Something inside of me loves the freedom of publishing my writing--and throwing it out into the wide open space for anyone to peruse. Writing is drug-like in its flow and expression for me. Almost, but not completely, like getting wrapped up in a good book.
Consequently, this blog began (and has continued) as a mostly self-centered endeavor--a forum, if you will, to try out thoughts. Though, half of my blog entries remain, unfortunately, in my mind (generally played out while I'm nursing the baby in the middle of the night). And then there are the tweets, the high and low lists, and the ever-popular online personality test results.
I have been surprised how much intimacy and understanding that is fostered between friends and family when you have access to each others writing. (I'm practically addicted to reading my father's.) I have been annoyed, touched, angered, provoked to a different thought, and brought to tears by what others have written in their blogs. And maybe someone out there feels the same way about mine. Even someone that I don't know. (Though, even now, in writing this I am doubtful that ANYONE even reads this besides the occasional friend.)
And all of this would be just fine if there was not a potential threat in it. Or at least, if no weird creepy somebody-with-ulterior-motives could potentially read it. And if I didn't have children that I wanted to protect. Therefore, with a heavy heart, I am going private.
If there is anybody out there who would like to continue reading, email me or let me know via comments.
