Monday, April 12, 2010
Writing it down
It's funny. I find myself wanting to write a blog post because I am frustrated. But it is not something that I actually want to talk about on the internet or, indeed, to anyone who is not my husband. So it's crazy that one of my instincts is to write a post about the thing that is frustrating me. There is something cathatric about complaining on the internet. Not many people read my blog though I know some do and I know who some of them are (Hey!) which is fine. That's what this is for. If I don't want something read or I don't want someone to know something about me, then the last thing I do is post a blog about it. Because it is unreasonable to think that no one is going to read it. But just the act of writing it down feels good which is why a lot of people keep journals. I use to do that, maybe I should go back to it for these things that are not internet appropriate. It's just so easy to type something up. I mean, I have Twitter, I have this blog, I have a Tumbler, I have Facebook. I am all over the place. But I trying to share out the savvy bits of me while withholding the parts of me that belong to the private world.