A week ago, I posted a little bit of a warning that I was going to be sharing a little more. And then I didn't share. Anything. At all. All week long.
I promise I'm not ignoring you, my dear bloggy friends. I've been working on editing posts that I'd written weeks ago before I just started throwing random posts up.
Little did you all know that I'd been thinking about stuff and journaling since the beginning of the January. (Insert evil laugh here.) I needed to write, because I needed to get things off my chest. I don't have much in the ways of venting or coping, other than words. (I cannot kickbox like Sydney Bristo because a) I have no coordination and b) I don't think she's human. Please, thanks to my lovely hernia situation, walking around the block is about all I can do in the way of exercise, and even that can be taxing because I simply have no energy.)
Anyway, I've been editing. I wanted to go through what I'd written and put it in order before I just started publishing stuff. I'm almost caught up to the current day. (I'm within the week of editing, adding pics and making sure I'm ready to actually go public.)
Again, please remember that I'm writing in a more serious vein because I need an outlet. I need to get some things out of my head and onto paper. Another thing I want my friends and family to remember is that, just because I may be honest and go on a rant about the stupid things people say or share that I am sad or scared or lonely does not mean I'm miserable and/or unhappy. I've been reading through what I've written in the last three weeks and I've wondered if I really should share it all. I've decided that I should, even if sometimes it's an over-share, because what's the point of being honest in what I record/write if I'm not willing to share the honesty?
The entries should start to appear tomorrow. They'll be in date order, beginning with the oldest and running toward the most recent entries. The titles in this series of entries will always be the date I wrote it, the label will be "journaling". I decided to title/label these entries so they'll be easy for me to find or look back at. Again, one of (if not the) biggest reason I'm journaling this time through is that I've decided to write a book and I need to have things written down so I can use them as a resource when the time comes. (Seriously. I'm going to write a book. This is the upside of having cancer three times; I now feel qualified as a subject matter expert.)
I figure, I can use the cancer as a vehicle to get where I want to be, or it can use me. ... I choose to use it.
That being said, I don't want the cancer to take over my blog. (Hi, I don't want it to take over my life. Why would I let it take over my blog?) So, while I am going to be writing more honestly and openly about the cancer, that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop writing about taste test comparisons, my lifelong love affair with the two B's (bacon and butter) or my favorite TV boyfriend of all time, Nathan Fillion. "Normal" posts will still have goofy titles and kooky labels. I'm still me. I'm just me, being a little more open with the experiences that come with doing the cancer thing.
Thanks for bearing with me, folks. Thanks for caring enough about who I am (and, lately, how I feel) to be regular readers. I love ya bunches!
