It’s been a while since I posted, but with the holidays, RL getting busier by the minute and other various minor issues I have recently found very little time to actually sit down and write something decent, and do call me old fashioned but I rather do a post that has had all of my attention and effort on it than nothing at all.
Many of you might be wondering at this point about the topic of the article and reason for the picture and title; January tends to be that month on which everyone gets slightly retrospective, analyze your past deeds and make compromises on the upcoming year, expecting to become a better person, healing wounds and learning from all experiences, if possible; I am of course not the exception. When I started my journey in SL back in 2010 I had no idea what I was getting myself into or the impact that it would have in my life over the years, but with its ups and downs, I can count many blessings, one of the many my sons, being privileged to experience parenting and not only raise but enjoy unconditional love from three young men, has been by far my greatest achievement to date.
I have loved, trusted and lost a few too many people I either considered friends or family along the way in my journey, learned hard lessons and have almost come to the decision at times to just stop trying and not log in SL at all anymore -not knowing for certain what is real and what isn’t or worse being faced with the harsh RL reality that most of the time does not adhere to SL-, specially recently that RL has taken a turn for the better and has gotten specially busy, but then I log in and realize that there are things still worth logging in and fighting for. In RL my ethnic background is French and Spanish but in SL not only I have all of that but due to my eldest son, I would also consider Spike to be a bit of a redneck, corn fed, horse breeding, country music loving cowboy, and this is due to having spent most of a year living in a ranch with my son, a time of my SL I recall as being one of my happiest and simplest.
I am far from perfect, I am strong willed, opinionated, hardly ever play by the rules and don’t believe happiness in life lies in hanging with the “IN crowd”, if I have something in my mind I’ll most likely say it to your face and this has gotten me into very difficult situations, not to mention earned me a long list of people that simply would love me to just quit and not ever show up ever again, but as the title and song goes, I am country strong, hard to break. I do not log in to please you, I log in to spend time with the people I love and do the things I love, if my presence offends you, unfriend me and move on, SL is very big; if you at any time experience drama in SL remember that you are here for fun and using your free time on it, so you do not need to tolerate anyone’s issues or play psychologist on anyone, SL is not here for that, we do have something in RL and that is called therapy, which I heard works wonders.
As far as Spike goes: “I’m country strong, Hard to break Like the ground I grew up on, You may fool me And I’ll fall, But I won’t stay down long, Cause I’m country strong“
Do what makes you happy, and do it for the fun of it, life is too short to worry about anything else.
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