Be Bold or Go Home

“I can’t believe you said all that,” my husband said last night while I was washing my face. My mind searched for what he meant for about twenty seconds before I realized he must have read my blog post. My response to him was part defense and part upholding my ideas for what my blog is going to be like.

I am not a wordless, thoughtless mind. I am generally not subtle or discreet when it comes to my thoughts or opinions. I guess I should have made my first post into one giant disclaimer but I didn’t think it to be necessary. I will say now that I am sorry if what I say offends you.

I don’t sugar coat.

I don’t like dumbing things down.

I don’t understand those that are passive-aggressive.

I don’t like rewording my posts over and over until they seem “appropriate.”

I don’t like pretending to be someone I’m not.

It took me many years to realize that this is who I am. I don’t always have 1,000 facebook friends because I say things that piss people off. If I have a problem with someone, I confront them. If I don’t like someone, I’ll delete them from Facebook, from my life. Period. I don’t add the girls who spread rumors about me in junior high or wouldn’t say a word to me in high school. I am one of the most loyal people you will ever know. I love my best friends like they are my family and would do practically anything for my sisters. I am bold, but I also believe I am on this planet to love and be loved; and I am always striving to be a better, more loving and accepting person. I don’t want to come across as hostile, because I’m not, but you’re going to have to take my word on that.

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