Have you ever had a perfect day? A day where everything was going the way it was supposed to? A day where you were crossing things off your check lists, stuff was getting done, you were prepared, you were making things happen?
I had a perfectly good day yesterday. It was lovely. I had an event for Thirty-One at my alma mater. I walked in with a goal and walked out feeling accomplished.
Everything was going great. Everything was wonderful.
My mom went to help me and I got to hang out with just her for a bit and that was awesome!
I was on a high. Nothing could bring me down.
And then I got home.
My mom and I started making dinner and all was fine and dandy until I scalded my stomach with boiling water. I’ll spare you photos, but it was so bad that it went right through my skin. I’m almost certain I was on the verge of passing out when we were running cold water over it.
It ended up being a 3rd degree burn.
And I sat home most of day thinking about how my perfectly good day had taken such a rotten turn. How I felt like I was on top of the tallest mountain and then pushed over the edge. How I couldn’t just enjoy a full 24 hours.
I’m wondering why I’m even sharing this when I remembered this is how I used to blog. I would come and share my day with you. I miss those days… back when blogging was simple.
I’ll leave you today with a link to a post my dear online friend Andrea of Good Girl Gone Redneck wrote for SITS on sharing personal stories on your blog. It’s so important. That’s why I was drawn to blogging. My readers and fellow bloggers became my family and I want to go back to that.
I will go back to that in 2015!