Tonight, I was going to write a blog entry about Advent and this being the Week of Hope.
Instead, I responded vulnerably to a vulnerably honest email and wrote a poem that will not be making an appearance on this blog.
Last night, a friend told me they'd been catching up on my blog after a long spell of not reading it. Curious, I asked, "And what did you learn about my life from it?"
"I learned that there are pictures of you in a bikini somewhere."
Not the response I expected. But funny. And true.
There are photos of me in a bikini, and there are poems I have written this month, and neither are going to make it onto the blog.
I am flaunting my right to privacy. Is that rude?
You know what though, tonight's emails showed me that when someone is willing to risk vulnerability with me, I can surprise even myself with my ability to be honest in return.
The End.
Instead, I responded vulnerably to a vulnerably honest email and wrote a poem that will not be making an appearance on this blog.
Last night, a friend told me they'd been catching up on my blog after a long spell of not reading it. Curious, I asked, "And what did you learn about my life from it?"
"I learned that there are pictures of you in a bikini somewhere."
Not the response I expected. But funny. And true.
There are photos of me in a bikini, and there are poems I have written this month, and neither are going to make it onto the blog.
I am flaunting my right to privacy. Is that rude?
You know what though, tonight's emails showed me that when someone is willing to risk vulnerability with me, I can surprise even myself with my ability to be honest in return.
The End.
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