I've heard this a million times. And you're right. I couldn't either. And I don't.
Being a blogger is weird thing, but an awesome thing. It's like, you suddenly click this orange Publish button and you're published. Boom. Out there for anyone to see. There's no detailed editing process. There are no publishers and editors reading through every little detail to make sure you've used every apostrophe in the correct spot, or used the correct form of then versus than. It's just you. And suddenly your writing is as accessible and judged as much as anything else out there. You're vulnerable to critics (and trust me, they're out there).
And when you write on a blog that shows your family, and photos, and you talk about struggles, and when you're honest about things--people assume that's your whole life. That you put your whole life out there for the world to see. And so they think they know you. Because, she puts her whole life on the internet.
Let me assure you something. That's not the case.
I'm willing to bet for most people--it's not all out there. They don't share everything. There are moments and photos that are kept only for your family. There are personal things, maybe about your husband or your loved ones that you share only with your close friends, those that know you heart to heart. There are life things and struggles going on that can't and won't and may never ever be written about. There are events you're a part of and places you volunteer that you've never written about, nor may ever. There are struggles in your head that are best hashed out with your spouse, someone who gets you, who doesn't judge you. There is so much life being lived that surpasses the posts of a blog a day. Never published. Never written about. Just because. Out of respect. Out of personal space. Out of boundaries.
And I think it's just super important to remember that.
You know me, but you don't know me.
I feel like I know other bloggers, but I don't truly know them.
Now that's not to say I'm one big giant secret keeper ('cuz lawd knows that ain't the case), and it's not to say I have some big bomb lurking in real life that I don't share--because that's mostly not the case, for me right now, anyway.
But you get peeks. Little peeks into my world. And that's all I've come to learn that, through reading other blogs, that's how I have to view it, too.
If x,y,z doesn't seem to add up from blog post to blog post, it doesn't mean there are lies and scandals going on. It doesn't mean that you, as the reader, reserve some right to call them out on it. Remember, so much is unseen. Unwritten about. To think you have the whole picture from a few word slapped on screen is silly.
And so I try to read with those things in mind now. Truly. It took me a while to get there, but I've come to realize that our blogs, where we write, wherever that may be--is a part of us. But it's not all of us.
And it's important to remember that.
With that, I'm just going to ask if there's anyone out there who hasn't introduced yourself yet to me, that you please do! I love, love, love it when someone tells me they're new around here, or that they're commenting for the first time, or emailing, whatever.
Some of you may even know me in real life, see me around, go to swim class with us, see me at chick-fil-a (too often), or are a friend of a friend, or of family, etc. If you're reading this, tell me. Say hi. Introduce yourself.
I like doing this every once in a while because a) it's really fun and b) this is how I actually met one of my very closest friends and c) because when you write, and people read, I think it's just nice to let them know every once in a while. I try to do that with some of the blogs I enjoy, too.
Go ahead...say hi, tell me a little bit about yourself :)
(and pssttt: if you don't have your email attached to your blogger profile I can't respond to you...just know this. xo)