Validation in lieu of a comment

You know something, you guys are the fucking best.

It astounds me that so often in life, you can have a circumstance foisted upon you through no will or act or provocation of your own. This can range from the seemingly innocuous, to the horrific or frightening or deadly -- or all of the above.

And you didn't invite it. You certainly don't welcome it. But there *it* is. On your doorstep, metaphorically speaking. Smacking you upside the head and saying "Hey! Minxy! Deal with this steaming pile of turd that I've left you!"

And there you are, covered in metaphorical turd. Ugh.

So you deal with the turd as best you can, tackling the accompanying feelings of guilt, stress insecurity and distress in as efficient and capable a manner as possible.

And yet you never know if you did it right. You're never quite sure if you shouldn't have handled it another way. Captain Paranoia resurfaces over your shoulder from where you last kicked the little fucker, pokes you in the ear and says "Wait a minute, Minx. Isn't what you did against your principles?"

And then, if you're me, you find that you are lucky and blessed enough to have those around you who will support you. Those who will validate you, and ease your mind.

This post is in lieu of an individual comment. And is written as a sincere and heartfelt thank you to you all -- commenters and lurkers alike.

And enough introspection already. The revealing and salacious posts will recommence shortly. Watch this space. Don't go anywhere.