I wrote my first blog post last October. I told no one except Dan. I began writing more regularly in December and started commenting on other blogs. Eventually someone, a stranger, left me my first comment. I continued writing in secrecy until my Grandpa died and I wanted to share what I wrote about him with my parents and siblings.
And then I waited. I wrote, but I waited another three months to tell anyone else except one close friend.
Plus, there’s the reality that once it’s on the internet there’s no taking it back.
And the “what if ‘they’ find out I struggle with pride.”
And the “what if I say something that offends someone.”
And the “what if no one likes it.”
And the “my husband’s a pastor so sometimes I feel like we have to put on a perfect front.”
And, and, and.
But I enjoy writing.
And I like having an outlet.
And blogging helps keep me accountable to my own ideals.
And when I was having a difficult time transitioning to motherhood I read some blog posts that helped me feel like I wasn’t alone.
And to not be alone, we have to share.
And to share, we have to vulnerable.
And, and, and, and, and.
Do you ever have trouble being vulnerable? If you blog, do you find yourself wrestling with how transparently to write?