One of the pitfalls of chronic pain/visible disabilities is that it becomes all too easy to convince yourself that you are unlovable. Because who could possibly love a broken creature such as yourself?
Yup, guilty as charged. Lock me up and throw away the key, M’Lud.
And then I have days like today. I spent today in the company of a dear friend who has a life that runs astonishingly in parallel to mine. We met when both of us were going through rough relationship patches and bonded over our joint kvetching about rotten no-good people who done us wrong. Over time, we realized we had more things in common and strengthened our bond over knitting, bellydancing and our love of TV shows that FOX abruptly canceled out from underneath us after only half a season.
Now, once again, we are at a similar point in our lives. I’m embarking on freelance writing and editing. She’s making and selling pretty shiny things (and yes that IS an inducement to click the link. Click it! You know you wanna!) Both of us are turning our lives upside down.
Today, I know I have friends who love me and care about me. Today is not a day for me to go eat worms.
So, in honor of that, I’ve added a blogroll. The people on the blogroll have, in one form or another, supported me, inspired me, or given me a much-needed ass-kicking to get to where I am now. They are all, each in their own way, smart, talented and funny (I try to avoid having unfunny people in my life).
It serves as a reminder to me that, on those days when I am convinced I am one of the Misfit Toys, that is actually the furthest thing from the truth.
In short, they don’t tell me to go eat worms.