...In the beginning there was a girl. That girl is me, not to be confused with "That Girl."
This girl was busy working for Caring bridge and the Tumbleweed Foundation, both of which provide wonderful services to sick children and adults. Caring bridge provides free blogs to keep families and frieds updated and the Tumbleweed Foundation provides additional services such as travel, food, gas, gifts for the siblings, etc. Unfortunately the Tumbleweeds were unable to keep functioning as such. I would love to start a service like that again. Anyway, this girl was involved.
Being so involved this girl became followers of many patients, checking in on them daily and offering any help we could. Sometimes prayers, sometimes more. As patients recovered many of them went on to start blogs of their own. this girl had no idea how that worked but nevertheless followed them in their new venture.
After months and months of 'should I' or 'shouldn't I,' this girl decided to start a blog of her own. It's been nine years since she made that decision and even though many posts were silly nonsense, and serious nonsense, this girl felt less isolated and depressed as she told her story. This girl found many friends with blogs who became real-life friends, many who became supportive prayer friends, many who understood her life. The girl was very pleased.
But then the girl was sucked into a different world. A place called Facebook, and as much as she struggled against it the pull to belong was too strong and she left the blogging world for the instant gratification. Blogging occasionally she struggled to find things to share and as so her friends, with few exceptions, drifted away. Maybe they had been lured away too.
Then one day about three months ago there was a huge change in the world. The girl was very confused and sad. People she thought were friends were spewing vile remarks at anyone and everyone on this Facebook. It became a place of unhappiness, a place she no longer knew, no longer was it welcoming. Less and less did the girl want to be part of it. Yes, a few people railed against the hatred and posted some beautiful things but alas it wasn't enough to heal the girls innocence and broken heart.
The girl returned to her blogging roots. Knowing she could offer her opinion without hesitation, knowing she could find kindness again, knowing she could be part of that kindness. Several years later the girl, this girl, decided to return to her roots. The girl is looking forward to a new lease on life.