My fellow internet denizen, David, has a blog here, and while I've always thought it a clever title and apropo to the vehicle, this morning it really dawned on me.
Journals and Blogs should clean things out a bit more perhaps than I've allowed. I do censor myself here because I know it's being read. Read by a sad sorry few, to judge by the comments or, rather, lack thereof, but read nonetheless. I wonder how healthy that is? It's enough that we go through our everydays censoring our thoughts and actions for fear what someone else might think, but to do it here, in a place that should serve as some sort of catharsis is just wrong.
That said, I'm not going to suddenly launch into a cursing rant about my deepest darkest fears and desires, but I will promise to (try) to be a little more forthcoming about stuff and not just tell you about cleaning the kitchen or getting my bank stuff sorted out. I'm still going to talk about the dogs and Russell, and I may even mention work from time to time. But I think I'm going to unleash a bit more. I owe it to myself. And you're all adults. I don't have to protect you from anything.
But we'll start on that for the next session. For now I have to go to work. :)
2 comments:
Is that a hint Kerri, huh? You haven't seen any rootering going on in my blog, no ma'am. Actually, I'm more like a hoover than a rooter. Plus, you know what a dooce is, and how people do get caught out by their employers (http://tinyurl.com/6mr78). So there's good reason to be self-editing about various things.
That said, yes, it's good to say more, and it's good to hear more. Plus, you do have a sense of humor n stuff, and it's been noticeably absent since you moved. So I will be glad to see more here.
Now, about that sad and sorry few...
I have often wanted to let go in my own blog but with the fear of the knowledge that my parents read it I keep myself a bit more...quiet shall we say? I toyed with going back to the original blogger blog and write what's really on my mind, but that seems like a lot of work. Kind of like having the decoy diary that is the one you leave around so your parents can find it and not know what you are really writing about(although I never really had a diary growing up nor did I have the wherewithall to come up with the idea of writing a dummy one).
I, too, have noticed a lack of your usual vibrant humor since the move. I can only chalk it up to the fact that you moved to a place you never thought you would. Got a job working customer service. AND haven't seen green life for some time. When you need your green life fix, come to Portland! In the summer it is so damn green that you start feeling green.
I'm a reader and a poster. For those of you who just read, trust me, throw the girl a bone. It's lonely in the cyber world if you feel like you are writing and yet you're not sure anyone is truly reading. If you feel like she's not writing often enough comment on her last entry, she is alerted by every comment left!!! This will make her feel like she really does have a reader base...
I agree with David, be careful what you say about work, or whom at work you tell about this blog. Thanks for showing me the light and telling us of Dooce! She is amazing...the last post about depression...wow!!!
Hugs to you my friend.
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