So About What I Said's fifth anniversary next month, and I've been thinking a lot about blogging lately. SO! I thought I'd share my perspective on blogging from a few years ago as a way of ushering in next month's big celebration...
Blogging is a lot like therapy. It’s an odd sort of marriage: You’re both the patient seeking guidance and solace, and you’re the therapist who claims to have all the answers and always has a tissue for you. I’ve always worn my emotions on my sleeve, but have I really showed that whole sleeve to the world?
I find myself openly and willingly letting my innermost feelings flow (much to the chagrin of my mother, who refuses to read my blog regularly). It’s almost with this feeling of wild abandon because, truthfully, I’m getting to a place in my life where I don’t have anything to hide. Isn't there a moment in everyone’s life where keeping quiet and keeping secrets becomes even scarier than the plain old truth, whatever that truth may be?
I've never been one of those people who Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City called “emotionally slutty” -- those who reveal too much, too soon, or in my case, maybe not exactly at the right time or in the right way. I never wanted that to be me. And frankly, it scares me a bit sometimes that I’m so forthcoming with details of my life and the inner workings of my mind. With a few clicks of the keys and a push of the publish button, my stories suddenly become the world’s stories. Would someone see it as pathetic? Because that’s not me -- or at least I never thought that was me until I spread my feelings all over the page.
What about you? Do you ever wear your heart on your sleeve too much? What happens when you let your emotions get the better of you? Do you ever say things and then regret them later?
[Via Le Love]