In honor of my blog’s one year anniversary, I’ve been re-posting a few of my favorite entries from throughout the year. This post has, by far, been my most popular post with so many thoughtful likes, comments, and re-blogs. This was one of the first times I was really honest with myself and my writing and I remember being nervous about just “putting it out there”, but I did and was rewarded with so many positive words of encouragement. I have felt more open about sharing my struggle with secondary trauma ever since this post and even though it breaks away from my usual blogging format, I am thankful for all the support I’ve received through it. Happy Monday, everyone!!
If you were to meet me, I might start off by making you laugh. And then you’ll probably hear me talk about the art fair I just went to and the dinner I’m planning to make tonight. I’ll most likely bring up something about Husband and then talk about going back to school and my newfound love of 30 Rock.
I might invite you over and you’ll see my tiny bedrooms and hodgepodge kitchen and I’ll make you tea. At some point, it might come up that I care about poverty and social justice, but you’ll probably look around my cute bungalow and find my expensive shampoo and think “Yeah, right. This girl watches Netflixs, blogs about cupcakes, and owns artisan salts. What does she know about poverty?”
Well, here’s the deal:
I do know about poverty. And I care about it. I’m just burnt out.
Photo by Mikael Kristenson…
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