The cool thing about writing a blog, and having a dual step moderation on comments is that shitty comments don’t just make it up on the site, for which I’m very thankful. Some people have challenged me saying that I only post comments, interact, or tweet with people who share the same opinion or ideals as I do. I can see how you would think that by reading the comments, or seeing my tweets, but allow me to give you some back story on the “why” of that.
When I began writing my blog about experiences I’ve had in the world that make me go “hmmm” there were quite a lot of moments, which ended up as posts, that were riled up, combative, and in some cases down right negative. The more I wrote the more I healed. I’ve said it more times than I can count that I “run hot” and more often than not my first instinct in any and every life situation is to “mouth off.” As the years have gone on, I’ve been writing this daily blog now for almost two years, I’ve changed. I’ve changed because I’ve made a conscious decision to be different, and because as we age, we really and truly begin to give less, and less, fucks about the stuff around us that we cannot change. Another thing changed, and this I think might have been the biggest reason for the tone of my blog going more to the “light-hearted” fair that I feel it has become.
And with Trump came so much hatred, anger, negativity and bullshit that I honestly didn’t want to be that person who added fuel to anybody’s fire of upset. So, now, these days rather than harp on all that’s wrong in our world (although I will still do that about something I’m incredibly passionate about)I choose, daily to write something that might make people giggle, or sleep better at night. Hence the: “to cut the tree down or not” WWYDW. For the most part, many of you were so wonderful, lending insight and genuine advice and aid, and then, as always there were a few of you, and you know who you are, even though your shitty comments will never see the light of day, who were down right rude, and actually offensive.
Here’s the thing, if those of you who wrote those shitty comments really think that the biggest worries I have in my life are; who is going to tend to my dogs while I travel (again, as you put it), or that one of my three house has rats, and that the brand new cottage has a tree in my view, wah, wah, wah…you’re a dumb ass.
I have many, many deeper concerns in my life than those things. I have things going on around me, in my extended family, in my immediate one, my career, my marriage and life that are considerably more difficult and upsetting than those most recent blogs would have you believe.
But guess what? I’m not going to share any of that on my daily blog, and the main reason for that is out of respect and honour for the other people in my life that these issues are also affecting. So yeah, you know what I may not have cancer, thank God, each and every time I do an ultrasound/mammogram on my breast that is on watch, I do another victory dance that today, this time it isn’t me. Every single time one of my daughters gets from point A to B safely, I breath a sigh of relief. Whenever I hear about another shooting, or terrorist attack, I remind myself that by the grace of God my Mikaela was a block and a half away from the cafe attack in Paris, and I still have her to love and be with, never-mind that two set of fires in California raged within miles of my home, and my daugther’s house.
So as you can see, I’ve been spared. A lot. Am I a lucky person? Fuck yeah I am. But should I not celebrate this luck in any way I see fit??
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm.
Anyway, don’t come at me assuming that what you read on this blog is the only challenging, upsetting, difficult thing that I’m dealing with in my life, because you’re dead wrong. So wrong in fact that even today our sweet boy Duke is headed into surgery to remove two large masses from his tail. I’m here in Toronto, and he’s in LA, our middle girl, who’s dog he is, is having to deal with this all on her own. Yeah sure, he’s just a dog, and it might not be cancer, but I’ve lost two dogs to cancer already. I’m hoping to not have to do it again…
You see we all have things that weigh heavy on our hearts, but just because we’re not sharing it doesn’t mean it isn’t there…so, for the love of God, think before you type.
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