It would be easy to get weird here. to be apologetic, as if there were an obligation. I could also try to tell myself that I have to make up for two days with no posts by writing something extra long and good. not going to do it.
I read a rant about the hashtag #blessed that became an instant cliche on twitter and instagram. I can't speak to snapchat; that's not a platform I use. but there was something in the critique that stuck with me -- it was a humblebrag, ooh, look what I got kind of thing. and I get it. there is something disingenuous about public gratitude, because it puts one's possessions and accomplishments forward into others' view and says, "look! lookee what I got!" it can also become a "ooh, my life is so perfect and I am so evolved" form of self-aggrandizement, and quickly from there becomes easy to use ironically:
"baby puked all night. cleaned up the dog poop from the floor. out of coffee. #blessed"
but really, this morning, I want to use that hashtag. I want to publicly celebrate what feels good, what brings me joy, what has me singing. but I feel shy about it, afraid my own joy might make others feel bad. maybe without the hashtag, maybe just saying, today I am grateful for...
Sara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.