0 Abide With Me (An IWSG Post)

It's the first Wednesday of the month, which means it's time for another edition of the Insecure Writer's Support Group, that super bloghop created by Alex J. Cavanaugh that offers writers worldwide a safe space in which to voice their insecurities. Click on the above link for more information and click HERE for a complete list of participants.

The last lifetime few months, I have been freaking out, and worrying, and freaking out about worrying, and worrying about freaking out. (It's nice that I have so much diversity, don't you think?)

But I'm not going to do that today (And there was much rejoicing...) because I am feeling strangely calm at the moment. Serene-like, even. Well, maybe not that. But there's definitely a lack of freaking out going on, which, if I think about it long enough, will make me freak out.

So I'm not going to think about it.

Except that now that I do think about it—and of course I'm going to think about it. As soon as you say, "I'm not going to think about that," the first thing you do is think about that. It's like when someone tells you not to look up. You immediately look up because you're all, "Hey, man, why can't I look up? It's a free country and I'll look up if I want too!" Or, if you're me, you're like, "Why? Is there some kind of crazy-ass spider up there? Is Shelob's stand-in about to make a snack out of me?"

Of course, if that were the case, I would hope that the request to not look up would be immediately followed by the advice to run like hell—

Wow. That was a long aside. Let me see if I can once again find my train of thought...

Oh yeah. It involved not thinking about how I'm not freaking out.

Which is probably a sign, a omen, a harbinger of something sinister, right? Waves get still, animals start to act funny, (name that incredibly obscure reference!) and I calm down.

But whatever the reason, however this serene state of mind came about, it's here. And I'm going to take advantage of it, so that I might do something I never do often enough on this blog:

Thank you.

I've said this before, and I'll say it again because I truly mean it.

Thank you. You're very kind. You're a lovely group of people, and you continue to come back to this blog to slog through the bad attitude and the sarcasm and the chronic bad moodiness to read whatever it is that crossed my mind that day. And then you offer me advice and support. You offer me help. You make me laugh, and I can't say enough how much I appreciate it all. I use that word a lot, I know, and I should probably invest in a thesaurus or something to help me expand my vocabulary, but I mean it. I appreciate all of you, and I am honored and privileged to be a small part of this community.

And that's something I will never not think about.

Before I head off into the sentimental sunset, I just wanted to share this picture I stumbled across on Pinterest the other day:

Thought it was kind of appropriate for today.

Happy writing, all. See you next time.