So here is where the imbalance comes from: I have a blog about grieving. I have hundreds of tear jerking, sad bits of poetry and prose… some good. Some just sad. I go to it when I feel sad. I go to it when I am depressed. I write a lot during dark times and almost nothing when I am happily distracted doing other things. It may lead people who read the blog to see me as very sad and almost never happy. And that isn’t balanced.
I am often sad. In grieving, I think there is an undercurrent of sadness and that it is punctuated by intense periods of pain and despair. But with time, that undercurrent becomes more a part of life, and the frequency of those darker moments declines.
Life does become more bearable.
And in truth, if I am writing about grief, and my journey… this needs to be a part of it. For balance.
I just don’t know if any of that would be interesting. I feel less compelled to write about the uneventful or the pleasant. Ordinary days and ordinary things may not seem as dramatic… and certainly the unusual is more interesting that the usual.