Less is more.
That’s the adage. The rule. The deal. The jig. The way it’s supposed to work…
So they say. I’m going to try to blog more, which means I may say less and somehow that is all going to even out…or something like that.
Just now, I tried to Google a quote for the state I live in to prove that I’m not the only one who finds it desolate and without resources- outside of the ones you find in the ground that is…but I couldn’t. I guess all of the people who live here, most of which would agree with me, don’t have anything published- and come to think of it, most of us just say,
and that usually sums it up. I bring this up because I have spent the day looking for codependency and adult survivors of child abuse support groups, to barely, and mostly no avail. There’s a codependency one is Sheridan on Tuesday nights and by Wyoming standards, that’s close at 104 miles away, one direction. Still- it’s a bit much. I’m not surprised really…Not a whole lot of people running around saying, “I’ve got a problem, and it’s me!” in my neck of the woods. Did that sound mean? Judgemental? Well, you should live here then. The closest anything, and it wasn’t for the two things I was looking for, are in Cheyenne. That’s technically Colorado for those of us from here, so it doesn’t count.
So here I am…on my blog. Barely able to keep it together and offering nothing of any help to anyone, save myself, and I’m somehow ok with that…Falling apart means that at some point I will come back together again, better. I’m thankful for that. It didn’t used to be that way. I’m thankful that I can fall apart here- even though I feel guilty for it…like somehow we should all fall apart alone. I’ve tried that. What a disaster.
What I want you to know is that it’s true, and I believe it with my whole heart, that the rebuild really does lie within the wreck…that somewhere in this mess is a beautiful force waiting to be unleashed…that I want to be authentic so that I can authentically help others. The best seller is in here. The one of a kind website that elicits others to fill their own cup- it’s in here. The woman who can stand on her own- kneeling on the ground right now, but in here. I want you to know that I know what it’s like to be the disaster…and I want to show you that it’s a process…a worthwhile process, that I can’t do alone.
It’s going to be great. Right?