Yesterday's post was hard to write for a very long time, because it was difficult to strike the right balance between solemnity and cheerfulness. Write too darkly and it sounds hopeless, and might even seem like fishing for sympathy; write too optimistically and it sounds superficial. So I waited until the right opportunity came to craft the perfect post, and it never happened. At last I decided to just write it out, so I could get back to posting already.
My mind imposes random statues of limitations on reasonableness, as it were, of response, and when I am in danger of running them out, my thought process tends to paralyse. So I put off writing thank-you notes until I can do it justice, and the longer I wait, the more spectacular the card has to be to make up for its tardiness. In the same way, the longer I let this blog lapse, the more impressive I feel that the eventual posts have to be, or else I shall just have to stop blogging altogether. But I don't want to do that, as how else can I dispense cute baby pictures and Focht family clevernesses to the adoring masses?
Yes, we've been going through a lot of late. But life moves on. Baby pictures to follow.
1 comment:
I appreciate an honest heartfelt post. I so identified with writing too darkly...."might even seem like fishing for sympathy...." I've held back (at least initially) a time or two and there are tragedies in my own life I'm hesitant to bring up because it always seems hearers/readers must attempt to console when that wasn't the purpose. But in the end, I value it when someone writes honestly on loss. It seems to be a way of embracing life.
And it was nice to see a post from you Rose! Thank you for sharing.
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