I consider myself a private person.
It took me a long time to get to this point. I used to share way too much on Facebook. Now my posts are infrequent. I don’t share as much. I’m not as involved in social media, but spend more time living my life than trying to capture every second of it for someone else to see.
But then I became someone who writes about her life on the internet. I’m not doing too shabby with this whole blog thing. I’ve only had it a few months and have a couple hundred hits. Nothing compared to the days I used to blog on Xanga, but hey… I’m doing something.
While I’m a private person, I needed an outlet. I needed somewhere to talk about the things that intrigued me, the things happening in my life, what I was reading, photography, my library degree, etc.
I’m happy to have a place where I can do so now. I don’t really care if anyone reads it because I imagine most people don’t.
The point is that this isn’t for the rest of the world. This is for me. This is my safe space where if someone reads it, cool. If someone doesn’t, that’s okay too. I have a lot of good things to say and a lot of good crafts to share. Occasionally some good eats.
Lately, I’ve struggled. I have so much I want to write about, post ideas floating around in my head. But I haven’t done any of it yet because I don’t want to sacrifice some of my privacy.
There’s such a fine line between sharing and sharing too much. Every time I get behind a keyboard, I find myself struggling. Walking the same line. Life isn’t easy, but I’m happy to be in a place where I have some good that I can share with the world. Some good that I’m comfortable letting the world see and be a part of.
And sometimes I have some bad to share with the world. That’s okay. I’m human. There’s plenty of bad to be shared. I’ve blogged before and it got to the point where I only wrote when life was bad. I only shared when life was bad. I didn’t share the good. I’m trying to make this blog positive and to keep it from going down the rabbit hole of negativity. It’s hard when the bad outweighs the good 98% of the time. I just have to be choosy in what I share, so the world sees the parts of me that I want them to see. But I have to sprinkle in some “real-ness”. There’s a lot of things that I am, but fake is not one of them. It’s not real if I don’t share some of the bad.
