It began innocently enough, Facebook. Seemed like a cool idea. I had already tried MySpace but didn't really "get" it. Facebook seemed more suited to my age...no HTML knowledge required and instantly find every last friend and foe from high school, college, and the office.
I've embraced all of these social media outlets, tweeting, facebooking and even checking in on Foursquare (something that a few months ago I regarded as a huge invasion of privacy - but here I am telling everyone that I'm at Yoga or the grocery store.) Is it just me or does that sound really dangerous? "Yes creepy people I am here at Target, come and get me!" I've posted 100's of photos on FB that 99% of my "friends" could probably care less about and I tweet regularly with people I've never met.
Which brings me to blogging. I blog to share, yes. I blog to vent, yes. Who are all these people reading my words? Are their intentions good? Are there people that know me in real life who are reading without letting me know? Why do so many people read and not comment or let me know they are "here"? It's beginning to creep me out a bit.
The longer I blog, facebook, and tweet, the more uneasy I become about it. I have become acutely aware of my
I began blogging as a way to write my personal hopes, fears, dreams, misery, and joy. A sort of therapy journal. I no longer feel as though I can use this blog as a personal space for self expression. I love sharing photos and talking about my experiences as a mom, but this is not enough for my journey through life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. When I'm sad I need to write about it, when I'm happy I need to write about it. In either case I need a PRIVATE place to take care of me.