Soup

I read a lot of blogs....Ok, probably not by some people's standards...and not even as much as I used to, and I am behind in the ones I do read, but I still have a decent number in my reader. And sometimes, I wish I didn't. I see those blogs in bold, telling me that I have things to read...and comment on, and I have to decide. Do I read the blog who won't know if I'm there or not, but who has the great vegetable soup recipe? Or do I go to the blog who needs me. The one who is suffering from a pregnancy loss. Lost baby. Or failed cycle. I try to do the right thing. I try to go to the one where I can maybe make a difference, instead of the one where I can make dinner, but it is hard. Sometimes, it is hard to read the pain people are living with. All I can do is wish that they weren't in pain...but they are, and I hate it.

I am very careful, too...not to leave any sad blogs open on my screen if I am not actively reading them. Because I think the sadness will spill off of my computer and into my house. Crazy, huh?

I hate sadness. Not in a "hate it because I don't want to be around it," way. But really like a, "hate it because I can't change it," kind of way. And I really wish I could.

To all of my friends out there, and the people who put their stories out there for us to share, I am so sorry for your pain. The losses break my heart...

Some days I am really jealous of the people who never had to look for blogs that had anything other than recipes for some great soup.

Comments

[Jan]

Unfortunately, those people - the people who never had to look for blogs that had anything other than recipes for some great soup - don't exist, but "isn't it pretty to think so?'