I spend a ridiculous amount of time looking at the title box area. Too much time. There is no rule or law that decrees that one must come up with a title of a post before one writes it. And yet three times within the last two weeks I have logged on with intentions of writing and then been completely scooted away by title anxiety.

There is so much to step over when you have committed to NOT blogging about certain things in your life. Part of me wonders what would happen if I simply unlocked all of the gates and released my self-imposed restrictions. I would probably sound very whiny.

So while I am not writing in specifics about my day-to-day logistical frustrations, I DO have them. You can probably imagine the kind of stress that goes into the life of a freelancing single mom with thyroid disease, who just went back to school.

Recently I was having a level 6 shit day and it was seriously bringing me down. Doldrums city. And yet as I was pushing through and getting over humps and being adult I was keenly aware of how insignificant my “that moment” problems were. Yes, while I was dealing with them they felt HUGE and insurmountable and stressful and like the world had it in for me. But my problems? There are people who would LOVE to have my problems.

I also do the reality check from my own life scale:
• is anyone in my family dying or in a hospital?
• am I having a miscarriage?
• is everyone in my household unemployed?
• am I spending my days fighting for health coverage?
• am I buying groceries thanks to government assistance?
• is my family homeless?

While it doesn’t make current problems or stress go away it reminds me – and in a very empowering way – that I have overcome some big things. I can do stuff. I can climb out of holes and turn corners.

Last week I was in New York for Mashable and the United Nation Foundation’s Social Good Summit. Going to this two-day summit was overwhelming and emotional. Talk about a reality check! What captivated me so much was that the number one medium for sharing global perspectives is something we, as writers and bloggers, have been doing for years. Storytelling.

Some people can be moved by data and charts, but most of us get pulled in when someone shares their life events. Going to the summit helped me feel like I can be connected in helping someone else tell their story. It also helped me ease up on myself and my own life story. I don’t help anyone by not writing when times are hard. The blog becomes an empty room if I don’t fill it.

Savannah Gunthrie, Rebecca Milner, and Sienna Miller on Women in Crisis Panel #2030NOW

A photo posted by Dresden (@dresdenplaid) on Sep 28, 2015 at 9:19am PDT

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