I guess what i am saying is that i am not sure of my blogger identity my original message of wanting to share parts of myself with dear friends and open myself to the opportunity of new connections is too wide a field.
I guess time will tell.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Blog Worthy ?
I find it very hard hard to share things that are my deeper truth, i dont believe this makes me any less authentic.I have written and deleted too many posts and this journey is becoming stressful for me...As teenager i had journals that i later destroyed, as a university student i had what i now call a doomsday diary. I only wrote in times of deep distress, this therapy of writing gave me clarity of thought. The end result is the diary of what appears to belong to an eternally miserable person. This was not the case.I stopped writing in this way many years ago perhaps because a stillness had formed. I still have journals they are filled with random thoughts..quotes and ideas for my own self development.
I guess what i am saying is that i am not sure of my blogger identity my original message of wanting to share parts of myself with dear friends and open myself to the opportunity of new connections is too wide a field.
I guess time will tell.
I guess what i am saying is that i am not sure of my blogger identity my original message of wanting to share parts of myself with dear friends and open myself to the opportunity of new connections is too wide a field.
I guess time will tell.
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My teenage/young adult diares also always read as those of a "an eternally miserable person" and it annoyed me no end - but that's when I wrote most. When I was happy I was busy living and enjoying myself not being introspective! ;-)
ReplyDeleteAnd I too, ended up burning the lot!!!
You are so right life got in the way :)Confusion and uncertainty took a backseat..
ReplyDeleteI actually found my last diary while i was back in the UK, it covers the last few months of my life at Boarding School and the start of University..Its like i suddenly became very brave and the gaps emerged in writing times. months then years..the last time i wrote was the day i left to move to Istanbul ?? ( i had a travel journal then but wrote in less personal way about the adventure of the city)
I guess the bravery was just me growing up and becoming independent. I now have no idea what to do with the diary i dont have that same "burning" bravado i had back then.hmmm but god forbid someone else read it !! the random senseless thoughts and hopes fears dreams of an 18 year old hmmm....