Happy Tuesday, blog friends. Am I the only one enjoying the cooler, gray weather today? I can’t put my finger on it…maybe it’s the ease with which I can breath that is making me so happy. Anyhow, last night I was chatting with one of my very best friends and she asked what I was referring to in one of my posts. I told her. She is one of my very best friends. This morning I received a comment on a post basically asking me what I was trying to say without really saying it.
Do not get me wrong, I love love love that this anonymous reader is reading and cares enough to even leave a comment. Sometimes I wish I could literally spell out exactly what is going on in my life, names and all. If I did that, I would be fielding angry phone calls on the regular. I simply cannot invade other peoples privacy in that manner. It’s not fair to them. I try to walk the line between being annoyingly vague and over sharing extremely carefully. Sometimes I succeed. Other times, I write posts that leave people saying “what the hell is she talking about?” I really am ok with that because the alternative is far worse.
Trust me, I hate vagueness. I tease one of my best friends relentlessly about being vague. However, sometimes I’m trying to work through how I feel on the blog. I’m writing to myself and it appears confusing, messy, and out of focus. Just imagine what’s going on in my head. I will try my best to be as forthcoming as I can, but in the end this blog is really for me and I have to write what I’m comfortable writing. I do welcome comments and emails with questions and I promise to answer in a timely fashion.
Thanks for hopping on my crazy train every now and again.