Getting Your Validation Online

Going online is a bit like going shopping, except what's for sale is 

• validation.
• confidence.
• company.
• friendship.
• support.

As for the validation bit, I think the yanks (is that word still used sorry? I am a babe of the 1970s) are better at admitting that they require it. The only British person I have ever seen admitting it is Jo at Slummy Single Mummy (see the final sentence). Our British stiff upper lip, sees us riding high when we're getting some, and finding other reasons why we're a bit out of sorts, when we're not.

I think  the world would be a healthier place if we admitted our needs, wants and desires straight up. Stop hiding your needs under huffs and puffs. Oh and Twitter huffs and puffs, don't get me started.

I've had a validation deficit or shortfall for a few days now, and I have decided to call it the blogging wobble. Over the years that I have blogged, I have witnessed several bloggers go through the blogger wobble.

In recent days, whilst I have gone through the blogger wobble, pretty awesome things have happened in my personal life, but the sound of the joy wasn't loud enough to drown out the sighs. The lightness of the good energy was not light enough to transcend the weightiness and heaviness of the grunge I'd energetically surrounded myself with. It's not right really, as those you live with have to put up with it, when they can see all is well around you, they just can't see inside your head (or your computer).

I recently had 25 days offline, and I can confess I was happier. I am also ashamed to admit, Aaron was happier. I don't like having my ego resting on a tightrope of internet connections/stats. I didn't want to write this post till I got to the bottom of what's eating me, but I've decided in the spirit of #BEDM to just blog my way through it and out the other side of it.

One of the highs of late, was, my son, last night learned to ride a bike, in less than an hour, on his first outing on it. The joy and pride that I felt, didn't permeate my sad body. My husband said it's an ego thing, and while I don't 100% agree, I am still dancing to the blogger wobble dance.

For the past 3 days, as I've pondered these needy thoughts, I've hummed this toon in my head. Obviously I have changed the words, but I won't bore you with that - for now:

Come on everybody

Do the blogging wobble and it goes like this.

Let's twist again like we did last Summer......

Anyway on two brighter notes, this is the bike riding/learning footage. How Daddy taught and filmed at the same time is beyond me. I would have been bricking it trying to mind my Aaron, but they both returned home, in the dusk, pre-night, happy boys last night and I have this to nurse my wounds. The high notes of happiness mixed with the low insular ones.

Yes I know the font is too large to be fully read, but don't let me think about that, or else I will bemoan the fact that PC World did not fix my Apple MacBook so I cannot currently use imovie like I should be able to....

Anyway, bye for now

Liska xx