Watching an old episode of House featuring a woman who blogs her whole life. Everything. She feels that unless she included it, she's lying to her readers.
Sometimes, I have a lot to say. Sometimes, I don't say much at all.
There's a lot I don't say.
I'm very careful what I say about my relationship with HM. I am careful because he would not want his personal life broadcast over the internet. I've already been through the ugliness of a person (or two) who read my blog, saw what I wrote while I was angry or frustrated. There have been hurt feelings, there has been anger. And I learned my lesson from that. I'm not willing to risk him.
I have also learned to be careful what I say about my other relationships. We are human and we are going to have hiccups with each other. My next post, actually, will talk about one.
I can talk all day about my blood clots and crazy shit I do. I try to only talk about the things that affect me directly. I think I have discussed not telling other people's stories.
The internet is no longer anonymous. If I hate my job, I can't complain about it, lest my bosses happened to google me. I'm pretty sure they have. My last job had their eye on my little corner of the internet. i don't blame them.
For the record, I like my job. It's challenging and at time difficult. More than I ever thought it would be. But I like it. I'm thankful for the challenge and the opportunity.
So, I don't post everything. And I am glad. I don't post everything to Facebook either. But i still like to write.