There's a special category of blog-posts, wherein the blogger discusses how strange posting one's thoughts, and pictures online, really is. It's blogging 101. Of course, it's a totally valid line of thought, because: it's really fucking odd to be writing about your life for strangers, and sharing your personal snapshots with the world. It is a totally weird, post-modern, science fiction -thing to do.
A couple of years ago, I decided to stop speculating on what this space was, and just accept the fact that writing here, and taking pictures for this blog, is simply one of my hobbies. I like doing it. The Woman Who Married A Bear motivates me to take photos, to look at stuff a little more carefully. This blog keeps my hand in writing a few times a week, and helps me explore things I'm interested in more deeply, than I might otherwise. It functions as a sort of journal, but also over the years it's provided countless meaningful connections to other, like-minded, interesting women.
To me, the great thing about having a personal blog, is that I can write about anything I want, without having to worry about whether it will piss off my "audience", or worse, sponsors, or some other financially interested party. We're all friends here, and this is a conversation between some old pals. A couple thousand old pals...
The trouble is, that there's a lot of fine lines on what to share and what not to share, when writing online. While I'm happy to write essays on issues, and ideas, I care about, and post the occasional recipe, or plant ally, or tip, the more personal stuff can be tricky to navigate.
A lot of emotional stuff in my life involves friends, and community, and family, who have all chosen not to have personal blog, and therefor I don't feel like it's my place to share their stories, images, or thoughts in a public forum.
When something good happens in my life, I want to make sure I've shared with all my friends and family first in person, before announcing it here. I'm careful not to jinx it, or brag prematurely.
Similarly, when things go wrong, I don't necessarily share it here, simply because discussing my sadness, illness, loneliness, with whomever happens along, makes me feel vulnerable in a bad way.
Yet, because this is a personal blog, I also often feel like I should explain myself here. This can sometimes lead a lovely internet phenomenon called "vague blogging".
"Something big is happening, you guys…"
"These days are really getting me down…"
It's not my favorite, Dear Reader. I prefer honesty, being up-close-and-personal with you. But for now, let me just say that some big things are happening, and some other things are really getting me down…
Be honest: how personal do you get on the interwebs?