Ahhhh, the perils of Facebook. I changed my profile pic today, didnt say anything about it, just changed it. Was pmd by a friend, someone I havent seen, nor interacted with, in 20+ years. Her message, Nice fake picture, have fun with youre (sic) fake self. I wont focus on the grammar, however I will admit to sometimes being fake on FB. Only if fake means censoring myself. I post the good stuff in my life, and, trust me, theres plenty of bad and uncertainty, but I choose to not air my dirty laundry, so I post REAL things that happen in my life that make me happy. My son and my family and my close friends make me happy, I choose to focus on them. To my FB friends, acquaintances, people I went to school with, who now dont personally know me, Im sorry from the bottom of my heart. I know what I did, I know what I said, I know when I shouldve stood up for you, I remember when I stabbed you in the back, and Im sorry...I remember all of it, I was FAR from setting an example, I truly wish I could go back, and I apologize. Every wrinkle, the bags under my eyes, the crows feet, along with the internal fight you dont see, is very very real, and part of who I am. My blessings are many, yet so are my short-comings...but we all grow up, we mature, we deeply regret those weve harmed along the way. Im human, we are all human, but we all have choices. Im not sunshine and rainbows, far from it, but I choose to live a life of kindness and empathy...if that makes me and my wrinkles and bags fake, Ill take it.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 03:49:05 +0000
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