|glorious winter sunset|
One of them is this:
I feel like all the stuff I'm talking about here is mostly just froth, not even cream, and certainly not the coffee.
I miss the days when we poured out our hearts in these spaces, and they landed in safe places. And yes, when people let you know that they understood you via a well-placed comment.
I also feel vulnerable talking here - I will write a blog about this as it deserves its own special post.
Thank you for your comments on this post. That's another thing. I'm clearly not communicating well these days - I did specifically mean podcast/ book-type things on this blog. I know there are about 5 people who have tried a thing or two on OrganisingQueen :) But yay, Laura listened to that podcast and is hooked. My work is done.
Many years ago I used to feel bad when my friends and family either weren't interested in the coaching/ organising/ authoring because it was such a big part of my life (it's still a huge part of my identity), but I got over that for my own sanity.
These days I have fewer and fewer blogs in my feedly. Not for a lack of blogs, but for a lack of heartfelt, real blogs.
I can't be the only one thinking these things, can I?
Anyway, any late night thinking you want to share?