Closet Blogger

So I have a confession to make.  I've been keeping this blog a secret.  A secret from all my friends, my family, pretty much everyone I know with the exception of my husband.  I told him about it when I started, but that's it.  I've been keeping this whole thing separate from my day-to-day because really, who would want to read this?  It's my outlet to spew useless information out into the world.  I have no message.  No agenda.  Just me and things that invade my brain.

Part of me wants to tell everyone.  "Hey look at this! Do you relate?" because I've got a feeling a lot probably do.  But I also don't want to throw all my stuff in their face.  "See?!  Look what I'm doing!!!"  Regardless, I'm not ready to share.  The closest thing I can relate it to is that feeling when you have different circles of friends and for some reason worlds collide and they intermingle.  Like when your childhood friends meet your college friends for the first time.  They all end up learning all sorts of stuff about you that only the other group knows because they've seen you at different stages in your life.  And you know that they'll both love each other because they love you, but you're still nervous.  Because then they'll see you differently.  Exposed.  Bare.  Real.  That's kind of how I feel.

Maybe with time, I'll share my secret.  Or maybe I won't.

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