The good thing - one of the really really good things, the goodest really - about a blog is when you write what's in your heart and on your mind. You hold your breath and close your eyes as you click publish because you're baring a piece of your vulnerabilities. You're exposing your soft underbelly. The part that's not covered by your armor you've so carefully put together. And when people don't tear you down, when they don't go after that softness you've exposed, when they instead offer words of support and encouragement, you realize for what is the probably 324th time that not everyone is a hater.
The bad thing about having a blog is after writing such a post, you inevitably have writer's block because you just vomited everything you had in you onto the screen the day (week) before.
So that's where I am. That and running away from the 100+ degree temperatures (50+ days of temperatures at 100 or higher for the summer, I'd feign excitement over this achievement but I have no energy because the heat sucked it all out of me) to a top-secret location where the temperatures are most definitely not 100. Not. Even. Close. YES.