Why you said so daddy?

I’ve been informed by one of my readers that my content is too heavy. And that I might get more views if I do a few ‘lighter posts’- whatever that means… I am by no means a seasoned professional when it comes to writing. My typewriter and I have only been out of the broom cupboard as an official pair for around a month. But I find myself wondering what I should do. Would that get me farther as a writer? To write bodies of text filled with pithy remarks that bore me? To write, just to fill a quota. I don’t really work that way. Sorry, I’ve made a few bets here. The table seems hot, so I’m going to pray and roll again. I don’t think that lighter posts are human. I don’t think that social media is- as it exists today, human. This ‘lighter post’ stuff is what is ruining and cheapening the human experience. What sort of life is that? Where would we be if we only documented our visually appealing salads and the ‘lighter portions’ of our lives? Naaah. That’s not what I am doing. Some of the content has depressing elements maybe. But that’s just because it happened to be depressing, and I felt the emotion.

I don’t want to document my thoughts in a way that is pointless. It’s not to say that my ‘heavy’ style of writing brings people down. My aim is to bring people IN. When something occurs in life, I want other people to feel it, not just view it. If my (future blog spoiler) Birkenstock sandal nearly escapes death by toilet in a Starbucks bathroom, I don’t want the event to be a casual scroll through a snapchat story. I love that sandal. I want to take a crack at explaining my odd love for a shoe. My terror as it flies across the room. The suspense as it is air-borne. The gravity as I come to terms with the event, whatever the resolution may be. I believe we are deeper than a 10-second glance in a news feed. We deserve to feel ALL of our heavy emotions. I want a life where I laugh till I cry, where I cry till I pass out, where I love through heartache. THAT is the fun way to live life.

Journal, A few days ago, my daughter was playing with her Chevron cars. When she was done, she didn’t want to put them away in their garage. I told her several times. She kept arguing. “I don’t want to. They’re too heavy!” I could have done what I usually do and come up with a reason that would make sense to her, like they need to rest their tires when they sleep, otherwise they will be cranky in the morning. But instead, I took a page out of Mommy’s playbook. I gave Lizzie a good old fashion, “Because I said so.” (plus, I wanted to see how far Daddy’s authority went.) Lizzie expressed by storming off, that my authority didn’t extend very far…

“Lizzie, Come back. You need you put the Chevron cars to bed before you go to bed.”

“Why you said so?”

“…” Well, she had me beat. I mean, what do you say to that without looking like a bumbling idiot? I decided to teach her a lesson. if I answered honestly, I would have been very hypocritical. I didn’t want to put them away either.

“Are you sure they are too heavy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“If they don’t get put in their garage, they might run away!”

“No. They will go at the beach and camp”

“Are you sure? You know you are supposed to put them away after you’re done playing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okaaay..”

Next morning- She came out to the den and found that the Chevron Cars had indeed run off. This wasn’t taken very well. I explained to her that she said they were too heavy, she didn’t want to take care of them, so they ran away. We searched for them and they were able to be located, with the help of Patty Patrol, she radioed Cary Carrier to transport the gang back from the laundry room. Lizzie hasn’t left them out of her sight since.

Yes, our emotions are heavy. But Journal, they are SO much FUN. The best emotions are the heaviest. However, If we ignore them, If we choose to not pick them up and feel them… we will run out of time to play. They will be lost. The world is heavy.

That is okay.