Now, there's an oxymoron if I ever heard one...
Yes, that's me. A closet blogger. Only a handful of people I know knows about my blogging. Some of my closest friends don't even know, albeit they're not near. Why? Not sure, really.
"People" like myself are not supposed to be blogging, is that it? What does that even mean? Who are these "people" to begin with? My friends surely will be interested in what I have to say. But these are my private thoughts! Yet I willingly put it out there in the ether world, not really knowing, who I'm reaching and how.
Is there comfort in anonymity? How? When my thoughts are out there for the anyone to read? But are they really? Maybe. Maybe not. Is that it? Still not sure...
I've kept a journal since I was 13. I stopped some 5 years ago. In between, I would start and stop and start again. Reading back, I can tell why I stopped, for the most part. Then I would just start again, for no reason other than I felt like writing again.
I'm certainly new to blogging. I've gotten on the bandwagon just recently. I suppose just like the journals of my past, I started when I was ready and felt like writing again.
Need I say more?
Here's to the weekend!