Not everyone in my life is aware of this blog. It's not that I hide the fact that I'm a blogger, but sometimes I don't necessarily want everyone in my life to have quick access to my rants or beliefs or quirks. I mean, I realize bloggy is available for anyone to read at any moment, but still, knowledge is power, right?
I find it somewhat uncomfortable to share the fact that I'm a blogger with some people. I'm not ashamed or afraid or anything like that, but it is sort of weird to tell someone, "there's this place I go every night and write all about myself and little else, and people all over the world visit to read my thoughts." How can I retain any sense of humility with that statement?
When I share the fact that I blog with new people, I often race back here and rethink the whole idea of blogging. Was my latest post interesting? Was it well written? Did I sound intelligent and witty or rambling and incoherent? Is this blog easy to navigate, inviting, or even slightly interesting to anyone but myself anymore?
Then, worse, I begin judging myself as I think others might. For all of the confidence I've amassed as a blogger (writer of my own story) in the last eight years, I am always surprised at the speed with which I doubt my ability here. I can do this. I can write. I need to tattoo that on some part of my brain.