This week I’ve yet again been blown away by more lovely people saying more lovely things about my blog. Some commented that it stuck a chord with them or that they could relate to a feeling I’d described. A few people also commented on how much they enjoyed my writing style. It all surprised me, but especially the latter, because for as long as I can remember I’ve been telling the story in my head that I can’t write, let alone have a writing style that someone might actually enjoy and get something from. True, punctuation and spelling have never really been up there with my bestest skills. I even remember one of my High School English teachers asking me to sit a test to check a few things (probably contributing to the “I can’t write” inner chatter) but as I’ve said in earlier posts, and I’m sure I’ll say again, just because it’s something you’ve been telling yourself for years…and years…and, um, years…doesn’t mean it’s the truth. Fear, my friends, is a liar. Maybe I’ve got something to share that people actually want to read. Punctuation and spelling errors n’all.