Will I post again?
It's a funny thing, blogging. I didn't mind blogging for the whole world to see, but once my out-in-the-ether-blog collided with my people-I-look-at-many-days world, that's when I got too self conscious. Then Facebook came along and changed the landscape. I could do short posts and it was easy to post photos of my sewing without many words. The original reason I'd been blogging (space of my own while I was raising small children) has passed now I'm at work lots and the kids are bigger. This morning, surfing the net instead of sleeping, I wondered about blogging again. I've gone back and read the writing I'd stored on a private blog. Some of the writing is okay, but what really struck me is that I had a record of some very specific experiences, and they are precious now. I've written the story of each child being born, and I have an unfinished piece I really like about visiting Cousin Mary's house and the stories I learnt about each object. ...