I had this at the bottom of the previous post, but I decided to give it its own space because I want to hear your thoughts on this and I didn't want it to get lost.
For every one story I tell on this blog, there are ten that I don't. It's not that I don't want to share them with you (believe me—sometimes it hurts not to), but more that I'm worried I might hurt or offend someone in the process. I think all bloggers know all too well about the fine line that exists between whether or not to share something.
With regards to my neighbors, perhaps I shouldn't have written about them realizing there was a chance they might stumble upon it, but I did anyway. Here's the thing: when I withhold too much and only write about surface-level crap, I start to feel really fake. I guess I felt like I could give a little something when it came to them because I hold back a lot when it comes to family, friends and boyfriends.
I miss the early days of SaveKaryn.com when I blogged anonymously. There's nothing worse than feeling like I have to write something silly and upbeat when my heart is broken because I'm afraid he will read it. Or on the other side of that, feeling like I have to hold back when I'm giddy with excitement because I don't want to put all my cards on the table. You know what I mean? I suppose I could stop blogging all together... but then who would validate me?
Ha ha! That was a joke. Well, kind of. Aw, shoot... I love you—what can I say? You complete me.
Seriously though, I know I'm not the only one who struggles with this. Thoughts?