Thank You for Making it Easy to Be… Me!

I just want to say THANK YOU!  I received an enormous amount of support after posting "So… I worry".  I was sent supporting private messages, I received lots of love through FaceBook, I got teary reading through some personal experiences on my email, I enjoyed the comments I read on this blog, etc...  I just want to say that I am learning that it's not always the easiest thing in the world to "be real" but sometimes if one person dares to take a chance, they realize that others are just dying to open up about worries and fear and hardships.

Here's where the THANK YOU comes in.  I dare to be real because I have loving people in my life that support me and appreciate me… shit and all.  Yeah, I said shit… I say it in my real life sometimes too… and you STILL love me (see what I did there?)!!!

I tend to be attracted to people who are real.  People who don't pretend to be something that they aren't. People who are willing to share their flaws because they openly share their hope and their strive to work on those flaws.  I don't want to be around perfect people, mostly because perfect people don't exist, they are just pretending.  The only perfect person was the Savior, and I'm absolutely sure I would enjoy being around him.  He would love me even if I swore.  He DOES love me and I DO swear!

{{Speaking of swearing, my dad once told me that swearing will be the last "thing" (meaning sin) that he will give up.  He tells me if he were to stop swearing now he would be exalted (meaning elevated into heaven for reaching perfection).  He tells me that whenever he feels his feet leaving the ground he quickly throws out a swear word… because he knows we can't live without him… his words not mine!}}

My dad showing his real colors… he's pretty cool! 

So back to what I was saying. 

What was I saying again?

I don't remember.  Oh wait, I just wanted to say THANK YOU.  I wanted to remind you that if you ever need anything, I am here -- to listen, to talk, to shop, to eat, to cry and I promise I won't judge (I can't, I'm not as close to perfection as my dad is so…) I don't judge but I promise I'm safe, and I promise… 

I am here.  

Because you have been here for me.  

{{And, with all this said, I will tell you, I still have things that I am not ready to throw out there, on this public blog, with my real name and the name of my family members… so I may be a hypocrite, but maybe one day I'll get there, and maybe not… because some things are personal, and some things are not mine to share.}}