Do you ever wonder what is too much for the blog?
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot of stuff is, but I’m not even sure why. I had used it as a place to unload for years, and I now I don’t. I want to, but the lack of privacy kind of kills it. I think that’s what it is, anyhow.
And that bothers me. Most of the things I’m going through right now make me want to share, simply due to the fact that they’re difficult and I know other people go through them too. Or have gone through them. Or will.
I’m just afraid, and yes, it’s fear, that I’ll post the wrong thing and it will come back to haunt me. It’s not that I’m doing anything criminal or even that I want to rant about particular people, it’s just a lingering fear of things coming back to bite me in the ass.
And I have no idea where this came from. There wasn’t any incident or post that has bitten me in the ass. It’s just an idea that has crept up on me over the past year or something. I used to share a lot of very personal things, and I was OK with that. Maybe I’m getting older. Maybe I understand the (potential) consequences. Maybe it’s where I work now or something else that’s changed… but I just keep abandoning posts before hitting “publish” lately.
(Except for knitting posts. I like sharing those.)
I guess it’s something to think about.