So, dear Pink Typewriter Friends, maybe you’re wondering where I’ve been. It’s been — gasp — months since I’ve posted anything and a couple of days longer than that since I’ve posted anything that I was happy with.
My last real post bared my soul on the not-having-kids front, and to be honest, I’ve needed some time to recover from the vulnerability. I did manage to toss out an inch-deep post the next week about being a packrat, but even as i wrote the post, I realized I was saying “Here, look at this. Let’s talk about this.” I did that because it wasn’t a topic that hurt when I wrote about it. I shed nary a tear writing it, and I’m guessing it didn’t make you as readers feel much either.
Well, tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of when we launched this blog and invited you to join us here in our Pink Typewriter World. Dana and I sort of wandered around a bit, trying to figure out how the PTWP fit into our worlds and our writing efforts. We started it with this vision of being a positive voice in a negative world. And this year has brought lots of negativity and darkness. We’ve both suffered great losses (Dana of her precious Bolshoi and me of my Daddy); we’ve talked about frivolous things and written posts that we weren’t particularly proud of because we envisioned so much more. Hopefully we’ve done some good along the way as well.
A few months ago, I started reading books by vulnerability researcher Brene Brown. I strongly recommend her TED Talk on The Power of Vulnerability. Her research is fascinating as it examines the close relationship between vulnerability, shame, courage, and authenticity.
Authenticity is one of those things we’re really striving for here in the Pink Typewriter Project World, but to be authentic is to be vulnerable. And vulnerability hurts.
I had a college friend who studied sea urchins. These tiny little porcupines of the sea are cute (at least my friend claimed they were!), but when they’re threatened, they wrap themselves into a tiny ball so that only the prickly spines on their backs can be touched. I’ve felt a lot like a sea urchin. I hurt myself with vulnerability and so I stopped sharing here in this venue. I’ve continued writing in my #366Day Challenge, but somehow the thought of having something positive to say or some thought that might help others has just seemed beyond my grasp.
So, today, almost one year from when we started, I’m showing up. We’ve said all along that we didn’t have the answers, and I’ve done a fine job of proving that over these past few months. But what we have is friendship and gratitude for all of you who have joined our Pink Typewriter family and a promise that we’ll be here as often as we can. And we hope our words will speak truth and positivity in some small way.