Saturday, December 27, 2008

Days of past

When I first started my blog, it was going to be a journal for me to write about my dreadful childhood. Soon after posting about ten posts, I decided that I did not want to re-live that stuff anymore, especially the unhappy parts. I had a lot of anger towards the people in my life that hurt me so deeply. I feel that I have come so far from that first post.

I think a lot of my problems did come from my mother, but I don't really blame her anymore. I forgave her many years ago. Somehow writing about it all again did not seem to serve any purpose for me. Some of you have been so kind to support me in that time and I appreciate it so very much.

I have decided that I really like the communication between one another in the blogshpere. The sense of community and friendship. I also appreciate that I can say what ever I like and not be put down for my thoughts. Seems to me that bloggers for the most part are very real and sincere folks. It is kind of like living in the south, where everybody knows your name and is so friendly and wishes you well.

I have made some very nice friends in blogshpere. I have been pleasantly surprised at how much I have learned from other blogs too. It feels like I can be me, no matter what, and I am unconditional accepted. This is probably the first time in my life that I have ever truly felt like it was OK to be me. The good, the bad and even the ugly me. I hope Clint Eastwood won't mind that I used his famous phrase.

I think you are just more understanding and tolerant of others. Respectful is another word that comes to mind when I think of bloggers. So I would just like to say that it has not gone unnoticed and is greatly appreciated.


Muse said...

I think we all start our blogs with a specific purpose but at some point we break away. On childhood: i guess if doing a blog wasn't cathardic in a good way then maybe it wasn't needed. But you are right, the great thing about the blogosphere is the support and friendship.

There are no fronts. You can really be you, say what you want, act the way you want without worrying what others will think. It took me YEARS to show my face on my blog and publicize who I was, before i was only words on the screen. Mostly it was that fear someone at work or in my real life might find it, because it is like an open diary...and i never want anyone i know in real life to see it. Because my blog shows sides and expressions of me that some in my real life never see. I feel like once in close my door and log on i can let my hair down

never put your hair back up pam, stay true

And btw, the word verification that i have to type in is "Bling"

Lonely Rivers said...

This is so interesting..I have only been blogging a couple of months...I still don't know my purpose or intent..I just wanted to write...and writing my own personal stories somewhat anonymously has led to dredging up new meaning for old memories. Reading what others write, has as one effect kind of a universal "ah ha!" - "I feel that way too." I'm glad I found your blog.

Finding Pam said...

Hey Muse, thank you for the comment. I hope that your sore throat is better now. I agree with you about the honesty of the blog.
"bling," what a message! I will try to keep my hair

Finding Pam said...

Lonely Rivers, thank you for stoppinig by and commenting here. Welcome to my world. Hope that you return.

My writing was a way to deal with my anger. I never expected anyone to read it. Much less to make any friends in the blog world. I have and I must say I enjoy my friends here. It is a smaller world than we think.

Akelamalu said...

It's strange but one starts blogging with a specific purpose then it just seems to morph into something akin to chatting to friends over a cup of tea! Wonderful isn't it? :)

Chickie said...

It is funny how blogging can roll into something that you didn't intend.

I'm glad you came to the blogosphere!

Finding Pam said...

Chickie, I am so glad that I found your blog! You keep me in good spirits and no I don't mean what you think! Thanks for the comment.