For as long as I can remember, I’ve told people that I blog.
Whether its friends, family, colleagues, a potential employer or just an acquaintance – chances are pretty good that I’ll mention my blog at some point. That’s not to say that I go around trying to get people to visit it. It’s to say that blogging will often come up because it feels like an extension of me.
It’s my longest standing hobby, and it’s something I feel I couldn’t be without for too long.
Even though I blog about topics such as my therapy sessions, feelings of anxiety and subjects that might be deemed as pretty personal, I made the conscious decision early on to say “fuck it, this is me and I want to share that with the Internet”. Why? Because it might help others relate…and those others don’t just have to be strangers I may never meet. They may be people who know me already.
I’m not too great at the whole talking thing. I prefer to write, even if it’s in a conversational tone. As I sit here tapping away with storm Brian as my soundtrack, I feel much more eloquent than if I was having an actual, real life conversation – even if it was with those closest to me. I can think before I type, I can frantically press the backspace if the words don’t quite come out right and I love that about blogging. It’s not “censoring”, it’s more accurately expressing myself.
It’s easier to share a blog post on my Facebook on #TimeToTalk day than it is to sit down over a cup of tea and come out and say what’s going on in my head. That may seem sad, but it’s true. I bet I’m not alone in that either.
I’m open about blogging because for me, it’s the easiest avenue to express myself. Not just on topics that aren’t always easy to talk about face to face, but even my thoughts on films, beauty products or whatever else…in blogging, I buy myself time to make my thoughts less jumbled and messy. To make them clearer, firmer and more impassioned.
The funny thing is, sometimes I forget that not everyone in my life bothers reading my blog. I share things about myself and then assume that my friends and family know. Not because I’m necessarily expecting them to read my posts, but because when I write them and press publish, it feels like I’ve released them out into the world. The problem with this is that I then might casually slip something into conversation and assume they know what I’m talking about!
I know that being public with your blog is not for everyone, and I totally get why people prefer to keep that part of themselves as private as they can through pseudonyms (*high fives self for spelling that right straight off the bat*), but for me letting anyone and everyone in my life know that I blog gives me the freedom to provide a better means for expressing myself.
And if anyone doesn’t like or, or doesn’t respect it, they aren’t worth having in my life anyway.