My life has been nothing out of the ordinary. Almost completely textbook typical. Actually, pretty darn boring.
I guess I’m grateful. Even with all the yawn moments.
There were a couple of life events that could have been headliners which turned out to not even be newsworthy. Narrowly missing harms way, many times.
I’m lucky. I know this.
I grew up in your typical suburban, nuclear home. Mom, Dad, sister and two cats. Ho hum.
No abuse. No neglect. There was nothing that I wanted that I didn’t get by either earning it, getting it as a present or buying it for myself.
My adult life has been almost a complete copycat of my youth. Zigzagging safely in and out of precarious situations. No abuse. No neglect. Somehow, despite financial setbacks, almost all my needs and wants are met.
Nothing horrible. And yes, I know I’m lucky.
My children are growing up in the typical modern nuclear family. A parent, a step-parent, siblings, step siblings and a boatload of pets. All under one roof.
We are lucky.
We know this.
As uneventful and unexciting as my life can be, I find comfort in Twittering about it.
When my heart is breaking or bursting due to life’s circumstances, I tweet those moments, which are met by virtual hugs or high fives by my people. My friends. Some whom I’ve had the good fortune of meeting in real life or just through phone conversations. Others, we contentedly chat on Twitter with our 140 characters at a time.
But these are my friends. People that I’m as close with as those friends I made in the traditional way.
When someone goes on Twitter to tweet of their heartbreaking nightmares or biggest joys, it’s normal for us to be there. To support. To hug. In the only way we can…virtually.
And to hell with all those who doubt.
Because Twitter is a true community of men and women.
And we are lucky.
We know we are.
I will not let Twitter trolls and the events that spiraled out of control following Shellie Ross’ cry out, stifle my love of Twitter and blogging.
Because I know the truth. I know how wonderful the community is, aside from those ugly trolls.
I know how beautiful people are and how they stand up for what and who is theirs.
And to be a part of this?
I am so lucky.
I know I am.
Lucky? Yes. However, people in the Twitter communities make it that way. Thanks for being part of my Twitter community, too.
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L.A. Stylist Mom says
I for one, feel lucky to have you as a part of my Twitter community…xox
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I am proud to be a part of this community if bloggers and Tweeters. Friends, even virtual, are our lifelines to sanity.
If?! Ermmm…should be “of”. Darn auto correct. *sigh*
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Mommy X says
I try to do Twitter. I really do. But I can’t get into it. But I’m happy to be a part of the blog community (in a very small way)….That said, I’m glad I don’t deal wtih these Twitter “Mean Girls”…I mean, what’s up with that? Anyway, haven’t heard from you in a while, Melissa but I realize you’re busy. Stop by some time!
Another Suburban Mom says
That is a lovely sentiment. We should all be grateful for our support systems.
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