Opening the Door a Crack

So today sees a major change to this blog, although you won't find it anywhere on the page.

For the first time, I knowingly gave the address to my blog to someone who knew me before I started writing it. So to you, I say welcome, hopefully the last few months of posts will give you a respite from your average day, and give you some new things to think about...

But why did it take me a year and a half to take this step? To be honest, I'm not really sure. I know initially these posts were far more internal, and I wanted to protect myself in case I chose to write about the people in my life. That being said, I doubt I ever really wrote anything that would cause drama and strife among the people around me.

I was talking with someone recently about why I blog, and why people blog in general. Some people do it to get attention, some do it as therapy in their lives, some do it as a writing exercise and don't care if anyone reads, and there are countless other reasons as well... When I started, this blog was an outlet for me, a place to vent and complain about my life in a shell away from critics. I don't know that I took full advantage of that opportunity, but I did ensure that I gave myself the option.

But yet there is such protection in that anonymity. It's so safe to write whatever I like, and be read by you total strangers out in the mysterious blogosphere. Let's face it, if you're going to be judging me, I'll probably never know about it. And if you do dislike what you read, you'll just stop visiting the page. And for those of you who do continue to visit, I've valued your thoughts and comments, so keep them coming!


So I took a step today. It's not a big step, but it is a significant step. We'll see if I go further down that path in the future. I'll leave you with a poem that was passed on to me by the talented Speakeasy:

I hid the real me when I met you
And now that you’re gone
I wish I could remember
In which box I put myself

Sometimes I just want to chew my way out
Out of all the boxes in which I put myself
Yeah…I’ll just start chewing…
And then I’ll be free or full…

Full of box parts.