I run the Forum from my desk, my IPad, my phone.
At my desk I have a mirror in front of me.
I look into my eyes when I'm thinking of warning or banning someone. Am I being true to me, am I being true to Susan's. Am I being fair. Am I being moral to all. Am I being ethical, am I responding in anger.
Have I counted to 50000.
The thoughts of an Admin

But most of all I look into the face of me as a newbie, a frightened person who had no hope, but had dreams. I see his short cropped grey hair, his unshaven face, his dead eyes. Soulless and lost.
I see the person who was there and is no longer. I see a woman with her long auburn hair. Her happy eyes full of life and hope. I catch a glimpse of my boyfriend as he moves around the house.
I smile. I reflect.
How can you do this journey? There is so much hate; there are fools talking about my community without ever meeting any of us, or at least not knowing they have.
I catch my reflection; a picture of my soul that some say is damned.
I smile at her; she smiles back - we are one.
I am content; so is she; and we are one.
I have a mirror in front of me, it reflects my journey as I read the tales of others starting theirs.
I try and search for that short grey haired old man. Full of worry. Full of doubt.
I can't see him, no matter how I move my head.
I look down into my computer screen and I see you.
You are the same as I.
When it all gets too hard, there is something you can do.
You just need to remove the I and put in YOU.
Love
Cindy