Well well well. Today marks 2 weeks of blogging. To most that doesn’t mean much, and I’m sure in a few months, it won’t to me either. But today, right now, it feels like an accomplishment. I’ve gotten over the initial hurdle of nerves and worry about putting myself out there. I feel like I’ve set a stride that’s comfortable but challenging. I don’t post if I have nothing to say. But try to take a few minutes everyday to just sit and think. Think if there is something that I’m going over that I could put down here, and if that would help free up my mind a little. Today, there is. There is this one thing I’m kind of hung up on.
How much is too much info? How personal can/should a post be?
I had lunch yesterday with a friend and I mentioned the blog to him. Like I have done to literally anyone who would listen to me these past 2 weeks. We started talking about how difficult it is to write about some personal experiences. And about how much bravery it takes to write about your life. At first, I thought, it doesn’t take that much. It’s not a big deal. Then I thought about how this populates to my Facebook account. While that’s a setting I have chosen, it does cause me to second guess somethings. I hesitate before writing and posting. The fear that people you know may read something very personal about you is, in fact, really scary. It’s not the strangers or the once-in-a-while glancers, but the people you are friends with, or even the people you see on occasion.
That leads to the next question that I’m surely over analyzing. How much bravery in the realm of blogging is an acceptable amount?
I certainly would never write something with the intentions of offending someone or to purposely make someone feel uncomfortable. But one of the primary purposes of a blog is to share your life with others. Not just the pretty surface stuff, but the tough stuff that can sometimes be ugly and heavy. The kind of stuff that maybe could help someone through a difficult time or situation. Or even sharing a particular story that could potentially connect you to someone who’s been through what you’re going through and offer insight.
I’ve had a post in the hopper now for a few days that I’ve been wanting to publish (I hate that term, it makes so unnecessarily official. But that’s what they call it). And every time I’ve looked at it and wanted to hit the button, I’ve hesitated. And I’ve gone back and forth on whether to post it or not. I worry that it’s too much. Too personal. As people and social media evolve things that were once taboo, are becoming the norm. Things that would once send a religious person straight to confession are commonplace and barely warrant acknowledgement.
So, here I am. Asking you. What’s your opinion on the matter? What are you comfortable writing and reading? I need some guidance.
“Writing is both a mask and unveiling” – E.B. White