There are times when you need to speak up. There are times when you need to remain silent. I am not going to tell you which is which. But we each need to grow in discernment to recognize the times and the seasons of our lives.
I saw a post on Facebook today from a white woman who has been very vocally in favor of the All Black Lives Matter movement. And in of itself, that would be great. But in the process of being pro black American, she’s also just being mean, harsh, and critical of people who don’t respond the way she does.
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe we shouldn’t be sharing our thoughts and feelings and experiences online?
This post is going to be short. It’s my small contribution for the day to people everywhere. I could have chosen to NOT write this post, because it’s really going to be too brief to matter. No one will share links to it claiming it’s a comprehensive guide or the most robust resource available.
If there’s any positive I can take from this pandemic, it’s that the mandatory shifts in behavior have jarred me out of my comfort zone enough to allow me to see missed personal opportunities.
Life introduced me to depression in the second grade. My parents decided to pull us out of the only school I’d ever known and move us to another city. Halfway through the school year. I was placed in an unsafe environment and I was clearly marked as the enemy.
Sometimes it’s too hard to find the right words, and you have to just step out and speak your truth regardless.
I love those pages where you search for something or type the URL wrong and you get some wacked out photo of a dinosaur having a panic attack.
You know the ones. You’ve landed on page that doesn’t exist, and rather than being lame and saying “Please try again”, it tells you to go eat a donut and make a wish or it donates a peso to a Columbian cartel.
Do they even use pesos in Columbia? I’m guessing not. That’s a shame. Pesos would be YUGE.
… Is For A Blog That No One Reads
I know because I’ve been blogging since 2005 – when the rest of you were still designing your MySpace pages (or wetting your diapers).
Chances are, you’re here because it occurred to you that it might be cool to own a domain called Supposed.ly and so you typed it into your address bar to see if it already exists.
Bummer. It does. And by the way, this random guy is talking to me about how we should pretend to care about each other.