The more people that read my blog, the more excited I get, but the more tentative I feel about writing what I really think. I keep up my honesty policy pretty well in my personal writing, but sometimes I censor myself on this space. Honesty can create enemies . . . It's like in Harriet the Spy when Marrian Hawthorne get's Harriet's journal and reads it to everyone in the park, and then everyone hates Harriet--it's absolute chaos--the paint, the notes, the bra on the flag pole. (P.S. Harriet the Spy has been my favorite movie for years.)
I have so much I want to be honest about, but there are people watching and . . . it's a frightening thing, to tell the truth.You can interpret that last line in two or more ways.
At the same time, my mind is vacant. Right now, I would rather talk to someone in person that talk to myself online. But . . . Sam is asleep. So I guess I'll sleep too. Maybe I'll run into him in my subconscious. That sounds nice.
2 comments:
Good morning Liz :)
I think it's hard to be completely honest in a blog. I go long periods of time without blogging because I am too busy writing relevant "stuff" in my journal--stuff that is a bit too specific to be shared on the world wide web
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