I am having a hard time knowing what to write about here. The fact of the matter is, my real life and my online life intersected in an uncomfortable way recently and I don't know what I care to share anymore. This isn't actually a new experience, it has happened before. I have been tossing around the idea of quitting my online blog life for a while. It's a little uncomfortable when you are not anonymous. And that's my own fault. I never went out of my way to be anonymous. And when you are an anxious sort, like I admittedly am, it can get to you.
Though I don't blog all the time anymore, I think I'd miss it. I DO miss it. Already. I like having a record of things for myself, and I like having places to tell the stories of our lives to far-flung friends and relatives. And strangers, too, even. I like having a place to write and work things out, even though the writing has long since become much less revelatory and much more of the "so this happened' variety.
I like meeting new people because of my blog. Not that that happens much anymore. Funny, how, if you don't write much, you don't get many readers.
If you don't build it, so it turns out, they don't come.
So here I sit. Again, I am tossing it around in my noodle. Not, I assure you, to fish for comments of the "please don't quit" variety, or ANY variety for that matter, but because I am trying to figure out what, if any, place there is for blogging in my life right now. To go private or not, to quit and start over somewhere else and more anonymously, to just quit.
I really just don't know.
I used to feel much more fearless once upon a time. I don't so much feel that way anymore.

