It seems like a major theme in blogs I'm reading right now is major changes in life: relocations, returning to school, relationship changes, you-name-it; together with an element of suspense which suggests that the experiencer of the major changes is ambivalent about sharing the news with the world just yet.
I've been promising and promising lately too: I've been having my mind blown by certain nutritional researches I've been doing and haven't yet had the time to share my thoughts here in a coherent and intelligible way, but want to do so soon.
And I, too, received a stunningly wonderful piece of news this week, but am not quite ready to share it here. Why is that? I was talking about that with Phil just a couple days ago, after I failed to share the news with his daughter and her partner when we saw them. I think for me, it's something to do with not wanting to assume that everyone else is going to think that my good news is exciting. Just because it's good for me, it's not necessarily going to change their life for the better. I think sometimes I also feel almost sorry that I can't share the goodness of it with them, that I got a piece of something magical that no one else did and almost carry some guilt about that. However, I always want to hear when someone I care about receives good news. In fact, I feel like it imparts a little of that magic to me, just to know that something good happened.
What do you think about this? Do you hesitate to share your good news? Or do you think all good news is good news and everyone should know?
I promise I will share soon, and I am brewing a couple of posts about the nutritional research too.
For today, I leave off with a too-funny picture. I just got done making bread for Phil, which I do with a mask on, to keep the flour out of my orifices. I took the mask off and caught sight of myself in the mirror--and I'm not ready to share my good news, but I am going to share what I looked like. I'd just had a spirulina smoothie for lunch! Yummy...