November 18, 2010

I might not want you to read this, but you will anyway

Having a blog is a funny thing, especially if you ever write about your personal life.  If you don't have a blog, then you might wonder about this.  If you do have one, then you might know what I'm talking about.

I love this place.  Here I feel real.  Here I feel appreciated.  Here I feel like I belong to something.  In reality I have an incredibly difficult time connecting to people.  Although my social anxiety has lessened over the past few years my social awkwardness is still going strong (I guess that just means that I obsess less over why you don't like me).

I've created this blog (and my tiny Etsy empire) because I love the work.  I am here because I want to be.  And I share because I want to.  But, after all of that, I will say that sometimes it gets weird...

Why?  Because it opens up my life to everyone.

Sometimes it can get a bit strange when I'm writing about my baby girl and I know my ex-husband (or his family) might read it.  <- Yup, I know you're reading.

Other times I want to just rant about how a family member is making me crazy - but I know they check my blog all the time and I would have to pay the price for my momentary freedom of speech. <- Uh huh, I'm talking about you.

It's strange to know that your partners ex-girlfriend can take a peek into your life at any given moment.   <- I know you were here too.

It's stranger still when you try to tell your friend what happened to you the other day and they've already read all about it. <- You're kidding?  I told you that story already?!

Having a blog is a funny thing, you know?  Especially when you realize you're actually writing it for all the friends you have yet to meet.