So, as a blogger (and that still feels a little weird to say out loud), from time to time I’ll read over what I’ve written and think , wow.
That was pretty good.
That one made no sense at all!
Where were you going with that?
And why did that particular post strike such a cord with others?
But I’ve noticed something startling and I admit that I’m feeling a bit aghast about it.
I’ve filtered my posts.
That’s what Facebook was for. Facebook was where I followed my own rule of “never post anything you wouldn’t want your Mother to read.”
And I’ve stuck to it.
Sure, some of my posts were mundane but they’ve all been harmless. I’ve held back from posting too many pictures of cute grand-babies. I’ve resisted commenting when teens I know and care about are sharing way too much. (Where are the parents??) I’ve chosen to not engage when the braggety McBraggarts have taken over the wall posts. And I’ve stayed mute when mid-life crises have imploded right before my very eyes. I’ve been pretty darn PC and proud of it!
I started a blog, because really, I just wanted to write. I wanted to write about what’s important to me; what matters, what concerns, what inspires and what intrigues me.
But like a brand new ice skater clinging to the boards of the rink, I’ve held back and I’ve stayed a little too close to the careful side.
I haven’t written about my job or what I do or how I spend most of my days. And I probably won’t.
I haven’t written about dysfunction junction; about how sometimes family can be the ultimate F word. We have many that we adore and enjoy and others .. well, I just don’t even know where to begin.
I haven’t written about health concerns or struggles with weight or what getting older really feels like.
I haven’t written about fears, dreams, or desires.
I haven’t written about what I want the rest of my life to look like.
I’ve held back .. I’ve filtered and I’ve been a little bit less than .. me.
So, please bear with me because, today, I’m gonna try lacing up the figure skates I’ve had since I was 12 and stepping back out onto the ice. I’m Canadian born & raised after all; we practically skate before we walk! The blades are a little dull, but I’m pretty sure that, with practice, I could still “shoot the duck.”
How about you? Have you ever caught yourself “skating through” something? Did you change your behavior or just keep on going?