A couple of weeks ago, I asked my husband if what I post bothers him because the content is so personal. Frankly, sometimes it bothers me.
I really enjoy reading personal blogs, but sometimes I am disappointed by the posts in that category. There are always a few people that post about switching coffee brands or ask which shade of lipstick looks better or post about movies which isn’t my idea of personal at all.
My idea of personal is talking about watching my mother-in-law die from cancer. It is talking about growing up with a violently autistic brother. It is about the issues I am having with my teenagers. Or feelings of depression, anxiety, and anger.
Paul, does it bother you when I talked about your mother dying??
Sometimes I don’t want him to read it, although the personal things I write about seem to bother me more than him.
He said that expressing my feelings is good. He said that if I didn’t blog he wouldn’t really know me as well.
I haven’t determined whether his response is good or bad.
The person that I am closest to in the world doesn’t think that he would know me as well if I didn’t blog??
All I know is that writing makes me feel better.
The last thing I want is for people to feel sorry for me. I want other people to relate and maybe feel like they aren’t alone on this journey.
I want to be real when I talk about life. I want to talk about the good along with the bad.
I don’t want to hear about perfection. I want to hear personal stories. I want deep conversation. I want honest reflection.
Tell me about the time when things went wrong.
Getting personal is what I want in a blog and that is what I’m trying to give.