George and I were talking last night; talking about how I haven’t blogged in a while. I defended the reason, wondering how I could possibly put into a single blog what’s been going on behind our closed doors for the past year and a half.
It didn’t all have to be in one post.
I defended my silence again.
But then, I’d have to tell everyone some of our secrets.
He pointed out that perhaps it was a good thing. That maybe someone out there would read my writing and would be able to relate to a few things going on. Or perhaps, someone would be glad to see that someone else is going through the same things we are.
Ah, but I got burned out!
He said that I burned out because I was trying to make it all thematic. I tried too hard keeping everything in neat little categories and maintaining themes; like the coupons and hoaxes. When I started doing that, it became a chore.
He told me to write what’s on my mind. Not to write for going viral… to just write.
There’s a lot that has been on my mind. There’s a lot I can talk about and plenty of recent experiences that I can share, as well as a few hard life lessons.
Plenty of people write about how happy their lives are, and make things appear as if they’re perfect to the outside world. My plan is to deliver the raw truth. That many times, people actually hide behind a facade or project themselves in a way that others expect them to be.
Nah. Enough of that. I’m telling my story; Not the version that people want to hear, but the version that really happened over the past year and a half and into the future.
I won’t be themed. Some days, I may post a photo of a project I’ve been working on. Some day I may tell you the true story of why I moved 8 months ago. Other days, I may talk about my political stance and others, I may just bitch about my family.
I may swear. Deal with it.
I may tell a story about you. I’ll try to leave your name out of it.
It’s my story, from my perspective, which I have a right to tell.