Hello there. Well, I've been a bit anxious about today's post. No, it's not because I'm afraid you'll judge me and my denim vest. Rather, it's a bit more on the serious side today. I've been reading posts all week about "a blogger's place" when it comes to terrible real life situations, like the destruction in Japan. I've never thought that my "place" as a blogger was anything more than that. I have a responsibility to be corteous and caring to my fellow bloggers and to post honest content. I often try to keep this space an uplifting, fun one. Maybe that's silly of me, though. If my lack of mentioning Japan in my posts is indicative of my state of mind, then I should be mentioning it every day. The main thing I've had on my mind all week is Japan, as well as those who died in a terrifying bus crash on the side of a highway I drive nearly weekly. I was upset to hear that bloggers were being called out for a lack of action. But, a lack of action does not mean a lack of thought, or a lack of care. Like I said before, I try to keep my blog from being too personal, because when I go "too far," I get worried that I'm upsetting people or making them uncomfortable. And there was no impersonal way for me to talk about the tragedies I've had on my mind all week.
I've decided, though, that I have a voice, so I should use it. I have a blog, so I should express myself through it. I'm not going to tell you that you all should donate money to the Red Cross. But I am going to say that a kind thought can do wonders. The morning I learned about the earthquake, I thought to myself, well, it would be such a comfort to know people across the world were thinking and worrying about me, and my well being. You're all wonderful people, so I'm sure you've all done this already. Honestly, though, this is not me trying to nag anybody to do anything. It is, like all of my posts, an attempt to work through my feelings and thoughts. I have a hard time detaching myself. I know it's not good to be consumed with sadness over everything that's going on in the world, but this week, it's been so difficult not to. And if I stop feeling upset, I feel guilty. About how good my life is, about how many things are going wrong to people more deserving of good than I am. So, I thank you for bearing with me as I try to write out my feelings, and I hope this comes across as more than a jumbled mess.