The great thing about writing this blog is that I have an outlet. Not only am I preserving precious memories, because god knows I won't remember them otherwise (but I'll still be able to accurately quote just about any episode of Friends- go figure), but I'm also putting words to my feelings. It's oddly refreshing.
Unfortunately, one of the problems that comes with writing a blog is that people start to read it. People like your family, your friends and your coworkers. And if you're like me, you start worrying about sharing the down stuff. You worry that if you use this new coping mechanism of writing it out, if you feel like the comments of strangers telling you that you aren't crazy might lift you back up, you worry that you might get found out. So you edit yourself. You don't blog about being pissed off about this or that at home, you don't decry your frustrating situation at work and you don't, ever, just let it all out there. Even if that is kind of why you started this thing in the first place.
I'm sure some people do, but I don't think it is worth the potential fall out. So I bottle it up and write up another story about the kids, which is still sincere, and still worthwhile, but maybe not what I really want to be writing about. Sometimes.
It's not just me, is it? What aren't you writing about?
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago