I don’t get many comments on the blog, so I’m always pleasantly surprised when a new message pops up from a stranger.
If they’ve taken the time to reach out, it means I’ve really connected with them.
My daily stats suggest I have a small but loyal bunch of followers. It’s a nice feeling, because it means people are enjoying my work.
But it can also be uncomfortable to have no control over who delves into my digital life, their motivations or their reactions.
And occasionally, a blog post comes back to bite me.
It’s why I told DD about the blog the first time we met and suggested he Google me before committing to a second date.
(I may also have told him I wouldn’t blog about him. Ooops. I’ve since amended that to “I won’t blog anything bad about about you.”)
He was SO naive about what dating a blogger really entailed. I keep many parts of my life private, but I also put a lot on display.
When I was blogging about my marriage separation, I was urged by some people to show a little decorum.
What if your children read the blog?
What if their friends read the blog?
What if your family read the blog?
Write it in a diary instead, don’t share it with the world!
The reason I lay myself bare is so people going through similar situations and feeling similar things will know they’re not alone.
I also like making people laugh … But connecting on a deeper emotional level is the main game.
I’ve previously noted that too few people talk about the negative feelings, the bad stuff that happens.
It’s all life is wonderful, look how perfect everything is!
Even when it’s not.
A picture can paint a thousand words and hide as many lies.
How does THAT make anyone feel better about the crap they’re going through?
Shite happens. You can’t stick your head in the sand, you have to deal with it.
So I write about my ups and the downs, my triumphs and disappointments. I look inside myself, decide what’s really playing on my mind – or what’s filling me with joy – and I go with it.
I know bloggers who’ve been tempted to give up (or actually HAVE given up) because their words have caused friction with friends or family … or they’ve been targeted by ugly trolls.
And I empathise. It’s very easy to tread on toes or unintentionally hurt others with your public ramblings.
I’ve done it a few times and its been awful.
But the heart of HouseGoesHome is a kind one and means well.
If you don’t see that or reading my blog makes you feel bad, please, please stop.
HouseGoesHome has been around for a long time – it turns five this year. I’ll give it up one day, but I’m not ready to do it just yet.
My journey of self discovery is a long way from over. I don’t know where it’s taking me, but I haven’t lost faith that it’s somewhere good.
Where is your journey taking you?
Make it somewhere good too.
Life is short. Don’t waste it reading something that upsets you.
On the other hand, if I’ve touched a chord in a good or helpful way, let me know.
It’s lovely knowing you’re out there and I’m part of your day.
Song of the day: Hunters & Collectors “Talking to a Stranger”