Dear Generous Reader,
Thanks for being here even if it’s your first visit. I think you’re pretty amazing. No, I mean it. I have a very high opinion of you. I’d like to bring you a Starbucks exactly how you like it. I especially like your reading taste.
Here’s what I know about you;
- You don’t mind meandering down a new path because you want some fresh light on your footsteps today, and I love that about you.
- You are following the #write31days bloggers here and there, or, obsessively.
- You are one of my family members. <3
- You’re a woman who would rather learn than numb out. You’re a man who craves wisdom and you already have much.
Am I right? I have no idea because I can’t see you and I can’t hear you, nor do I know where you live, what your native language is, or how you feel about the thoughts I’m planting by the fistfuls. For the most part, I don’t know you, as far as I can tell except for a few of you 🙂 And it’s pretty strange to write for you without knowing why you’re here. My daughter calls it The Stage Lights Effect: putting it all out there on stage without being able to see who’s in the audience. I guess that’s what I”m doing.
But here’s what I’m really doing. I’m trying to make us space here, pour us coffee, and set out Kleenex. I’m hoping you’ll sit down with me and my words for a few minutes even though we are not sure what we have in common. Perhaps we are all family members, after all. That is my little dream. That this is your space to stretch out, have a refreshing moment, and be built up. Feel understood. I want freedom for you, too. I’m writing you a letter so that you’ll know it’s hard on this side as well. I hold my breath and bite my lip before I hit “publish” every single time. Some of my stories are still unripe fruit, clinging to vines when I fiercely pluck them to serve you.
TMI? Want to join in the frailty-party? Tell me one thing about you. In the spirit of frailty. This is #31daysoffrailty , after all. For today, this is enough. It’s a privilege to share words across the screen from you. Whether you leave a reply or not, I’d still bring you a Starbucks. Wouldn’t that be cool?