To Know You is To Love You

One of my ugliest faults is that I judge. Quickly. I'm not proud of this and I constantly recognize that this is an area in need of profound change. I try to have moments when I think, "If I knew that person's story, I'm sure I would understand where they're coming from, why they behave the way they do." Sadly that is not second nature to me.

That's why I think everyone should write a blog. It allows a tiny glimpse into people's lives and thoughts and experiences. And glimpsing that, I am changed.

I don't read tons and tons of blogs, but I love the ones I read, and loving the blogs make me love the person that authored it.

I read A's blog, whom I already love, but whose blog makes her feel like a kindred spirit.

C's blog, who I don't know well and who moved far away and back again, makes me admire her tiny, lovely family and wish them all kinds of good wherever they go.

M's blog, who was a friend long ago and who's friendship is renewed simply because I read her blog.

Another M who is my friend unendingly who hints at troubles on her blog that make me ache for her.

A's blog who lives so far away and I've actually only seen her in person once, but who I would give anything to be her best friend and next door neighbor.

H's blog, that cracks me up and confirms to me why people are drawn to her, both young and old.

T's blog that craters me with its deep and profound thoughts and who inspires me no end.

And a new friend, S, whose blog I can't get enough of. I read as much as I could in one sitting with a lump in my throat the entire time just because of the beauty of her writing. She's gifted, and how. We just became friends and she's moving in a couple of months and I feel robbed, I tell you. Gyped.

And many more friends in various stages. Your blogs made me want to blog, good or bad.

Ah, the pressure.