And I am back!
Well, to the blogging world anyway. With an entire two weeks off of blogging I can come up with a lot of material I can write about. I don’t really know where to start. I can brag about a great birthday or I can write about a really fun New Year’s Eve. I could write about my car troubles or really bad insurance payouts or I can write about Christmas and how it truly is what you make it. I know I should write about how I was wrong about a few things (apparently Champagne is actually a drink that many people like) or I can write about living without a car and how expensive cab rides can be.
But today I want to write about something completely different……
I don’t mean Monty Python. Over the past few weeks I have met some new people. This isn’t a post about the new people (they are quite delightful but not what I am writing about) but it is about how new people can be quite overwhelmed by reading this blog.
I have written about 550 blog posts. I think a majority of these posts are about things like being a Manicorn, apparently a lot about TV and being wrong about champagne and McGuinty. However, I have also written some very personal things that maybe should be best left in private. While I don’t have any regrets about posting what I have written and I don’t have any regrets from my actions, it can be a little too much for someone to learn all at once. This took a little time for me to understand but eventually I did. It is all about context and history. If you had a history with me or even by reading this blog on a consistent basis over the years, then the few posts revealing things in my past wouldn’t be as shocking. While some of the things are still pretty shocking, they would have a stronger knowledge of me as a person first. Take someone new who just met me and then read my blog, well then it is a little too much too fast. I honestly never saw it that way and then I really reflected on it. Almost my entire personal history is written in these pages. There are some things that I have written about that people don’t need to know. While it was therapeutic for me to write and a way to come to terms with my sexuality (not gay!) and being a victim to abuse (not my fault!).
So what am I saying? I am really just writing to say that sometimes I write too much. I had never thought of it that way. I am writing and posting it for the world to see, perhaps I need a little bit of a filter!
But having said that, I am still writing, I think I will just keep a few things a little more private. I don’t need to scare people. I do that in person well enough.
I am back at work and trying desperately to be happy about it. It’s pretty tough but I have a lot of other great things in my life that makes this whole “work” thing quite manageable. I have a damn good life and I couldn’t be happier. I can’t wait to write about that