Back when I was still thinking about starting this blog, I talked with several friends to get their advice. One of the first things I was told was to “keep it real because the people I identify with the most aren’t the perfect ones. I need to hear from people who talk about the times they didn’t get it right as well as the ones they did.” It’s pretty good advice. (Thanks, Betty.)
As I look back over some of the things that I’ve written in the last couple of months–some of which I published here, but not all–I have to wonder if some of the writings aren’t a little too real. I’ve made no secret that this sharing of myself is often difficult for me. So when I look back and see some of the things that have escaped onto my computer screen…well, let’s just say I’m a bit surprised. I’m used to thinking these things and writing some of these things, but much less accustomed to letting others know about them. This is definitely been a “growth opportunity”–and sometimes I’ve been reminded that with those kinds of opportunities come some personal discomfort.
You already know by now that I collect quotes. This post and my thought process for it reminds me of a favorite passage from Margery Williams, in The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real:
“What is REAL?” asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day… “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When [someone] loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand… once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
Maybe that’s part of the reason for this blog…it’s an opportunity to be real in a broader arena…even if it sounds and feels a little too real to me sometimes. Thanks for all the love and understanding–not to mention the kind comments. Here’s to always being Real.