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As someone who once wanted to “be” a blogger, I’m ashamed to admit that it’s been over a month since I’ve posted anything. Not only since a blog update, but even since I’ve responded to any snarky comments meant to intimidate me.
I could easily sit here and tell you all about the hogwash that has tainted my mind the past few weeks, and the sadness I’ve felt over situations beyond my control. Most of you understand the chaos that coincides with raising two kids and I could play that to the hilt. I could explain to you the stress I’ve been under, and tell all ya’ll about the bad news I’ve received in the past few weeks.
Guess what? I’m not going to do that! Over the past few weeks that I’ve struggled with wanting to post something, yet shooting down all my own ideas, I’ve come to a realization.
Bottom line: I don’t handle criticism well. It’s funny, but what started as a complete and total joke in regards to the ‘Holley Squirrel Slam’ wound up being a turning point in my desire to post publically.
I have many friends who were involved with the squirrel slam so I felt supportive. As I began to see the negativity surrounding the event, I had a natural desire to “stand up” for them. So of course, I wrote something snarky. While my support was genuine, clearly the piece I wrote was mainly sarcastic and meant to be funny.
What started as something fun, wound up making me question many things and realize that my skin is not nearly as thick as I once thought it was!
I’m a scrapper from way back. I’m not opposed to fighting a point to the very end. I’m okay with that, and I’ve never set out to be anyone’s “best friend”. What I was NOT anticipating were the personal attacks on my character itself, and the threats to my children.
It humbled me, and quite frankly, scared me. The impact of putting my thoughts and words “out there” no matter how sarcastic they may be, had been lost on me for quite some time. Let me tell ya….. all you need to do is threaten this Momma bear’s children and I will back right into hiding.
No matter how steadfast someone tells you that they don’t care what others think of them, don’t mind being bashed for a cause, is 100% sure of their stance, I’m here to tell you that it’s a lie.
Being “picked on” in any capacity, eventually will take a toll. Whether it’s some mouthy, middle-aged brat on a blog, or someone fighting for marriage equality, or a teenager in high school…… having people openly tell you that they hate you and your beliefs is saddening.
It’s taken awhile, but I’m finally ready to say “screw you” to those people. If not for myself, but for the friends and family that I’m quick to advocate for. It takes guts to put your personal thoughts, experiences, and dreams on a public forum, and I’m done being beaten down for it. For every person who made me feel “small”, there are many others who have made me feel “big”. And I’m not just talking about the swimsuit I tried on the other day.
From here on out, I’m approaching this blog with all the usual…… humor, love, dedication, snark, sarcasm…… But I’m going to add a big dose of courage as well!
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog: “Ain’t Nobody Got Time Fo Dat’!……. Because ‘nobody’ is WAY too busy doing $hit at my house!!! Image may be NSFW.
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