I’m sitting with my computer on my lap wondering what I will allow today’s blog to reveal. I’m in the middle of jumbled furniture, moved for the new floor installation. My foot is propped to keep the tendonitis pain from getting out of hand. And I’m close to tears. Vulnerability is not my strong suit.
Yesterday morning a friend reading my blog calls to offer a free TV that her Facebook friend is giving away. I tear up. It is such a kind gesture. Several hours later her teenaged son brings it over and hooks it up.
After the installers leave I get in my car. I want food and to return a library book. Mainly I want a change of scenery. But the car won’t start. My tears begin again.
I call a friend. My car won’t start, my foot hurts and I’m hungry, I cry. She gently talks me off the ledge with her calm words and I begin to feel better.
I write to fight the feeling of being alone. Talking to myself through morning pages builds courage at the beginning of my day. Daily blogging is practice for talking to people around me through the day. And sharing timed writings with friends fills a hunger for deeper conversation with others.
I’m writing for connection.