I was wondering what to share with you this week when I came across two instances of bloggers taking a leap. One was this post by Bailey and the other was a blogger friend standing up to someone also in the design industry who constantly makes passive aggressive comments and feels the need to demean the talents of others. In both instances, I initially felt like they were situations that had nothing to do me, that it was their problems and there was no need for me to 'get in the line of fire' so to speak. But then I realized bullying is all of our problems. Do you know there are entire websites devoted to ridiculing bloggers? Perhaps you read them. Its easy for us to forget that there is a real person behind the blog. To hide behind the safety of computer screens and make anonymous comments that we would be too embarrassed and scared to say in person. To send out tweets that make thousands of followers laugh (and secretly relieved that they were not the target of your humour). Often these comments are veiled in "truth". Just being honest and saying what others are afraid to say? The truth is that words can hurt and those that are said in the public realm hurt more deeply than a two person conversation ever could. They live on online and set an example that the rules of courtesy, decorum, and just plain human kindness don't always apply. So even though I wasn't the target (who knows, that may change with this post), I wanted to take a moment to help tip the other side of the scale and say bullying is never ever okay. I'll jump off my soapbox now.

On a lighter note, we took Chloe for her first outdoor skate on the weekend. It was the first time I had been on skates in over a decade and I needed to get back out there. In my head, I thought that I'd get my old skating legs back, no problem. In reality, Chloe was skating faster than me by the time we left. Do you ever fool yourself into thinking you're better at something than you actually are? Like riding roller coasters. I used to ride them all throughout my teenage years and a few months ago I found myself on Space Mountain at Disney World trying not to toss my cookies and wondering why I ever thought it was fun. Sometimes, you turn into your mother without even realizing it.

I have a birthday coming up next week.  Chloe is terribly sad that we're not having a party. She thinks no one loves me because they're not coming to help me celebrate (I love how children think!). It saddens me to think someday she might be as miserly as me and will wish the birthday traditions away. When did I start running away from birthdays instead of toward them? I did get an awesome early birthday gift though. Nate liked my photo on Instagram. I have met him before and I think that this reconnection is evidence we are destined to be BFF's. A date with Nate? How's that for a birthday wish!

And how was your week? Tell me, what's on your mind?