It is a funny thing this blogging lark. We post photos, write funny little tales, share our triumphs, but rarely our disasters.
I have two favourite poems, Daffodils by William Wordsworth. I am not above quoting this out loud when walking in the Lake District I'm afraid!
The other poem is If by Rudyard Kipling. When I left primary school (just before my 11th birthday), I, along with all my classmates who left at the same time, were presented with a copy of this poem. Since then I have held the words of the poem dear to my heart.
My two favourite lines are "if you can meet with triumph and disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same" and "so hold on when there is nothing in you, except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!".
I find that those aspirations in the poem that apply to others I can achieve much more easily than those that apply to me.
I can keep my head mostly, but not when blamed by others. I rarely trust myself and spend so much time doubting myself, I even doubt that you would believe me if I told you how much.
I dread to share my disasters, and sometimes all I can hold on to, is holding on.
So, to return this to blogging, we post our triumphs, but keep our disasters to ourselves. We might post the odd picture of a cake that went lopsided, or some crochet that turned into a tangled mess, but that is about it.
Rarely do we read of the difficulties and struggles in everyday life that we all face. I don't know why this is. Bloggers share so much of their lives, but hold so much back. It is a sort of double life in a way. If a problem is written about the readers jump to support the writer in the best of ways. So it can't be a lack of support that holds us back.
For myself, I imagine that you have enough of your own life to contend with, and that you come here to be cheered not gloomed.
Probably crazy really, as I try to always support others, and am as willing to read of their difficulties and offer support as I am to read of their triumphs and joys. I just don't imagine that others would want to read of my troubles.
Perhaps we should, in holding on, face those disasters with each other a little more often, so that we know that we are not alone. It might help us to hold on a little more easily.