I am not a prolific blogger, but when the urge hits to write, it hits hard. This phenomenon has been interesting to observe. I used to write in journals often. I still keep them but not as regularly as I used to. I remember periods in life when I would write daily, even multiple times a day. These times were usually filled with drama or angst. The good times went less recorded.
Blogging is a little different. It’s public…but not. It’s like being naked in Time Square where every one is rushing by and not noticing the nakedness.
I have not told people about this blog. I am afraid to…perhaps it would taint what I write. I might be less open. I might skew my opinions or thoughts to suit my "audience."
Isn’t that sad? I should spend some time on that one. Why would I be afraid to by myself in front of friends and family?