The trolls are back… I think this is what I get from the universe, perhaps, for whinging.
Fair call. It’s my blog, I’ll whinge if I want to. But comments are always open, and you can say what you like. In all honesty, we’ve had most of these discussions before (won’t somebody please think of the children???), and going over it again would just be boring.
But I will say this.
Pretending would be easy. I could write myself a fairy tale here, and no one would ever know the difference.
But it would be lying, and that wouldn’t be fair.
Cynthia left me a comment on my last post that said “It must be hard to hit publish when you know that there are some out there just waiting to pull your words apart”, and that pretty much sums it up.
But I’d rather tell the truth here, than bullsh*t to you all, to keep everyone happy.
The good news is… things are getting better. We’ve had an entirely lovely weekend. And the sun is shining in Melbourne. It’s spring and the city is just gorgeous.
‘Happy’ is not a click-your-fingers-and-it-happens kinda thing.
I reserve the right to take my time getting to it, if I need to.