I write posts and then delete them. It's this thing that's been plaguing me lately. Waking up with shame and embarrassment about baring my soul drives me to delete delete delete. A huge part of me wishes I had never shared this blog link with anyone I know in real life. It's difficult to NOT filter yourself when you know that people who know you may read your words. I've shared this blog with a lot of people, and chances are most of those people have forgotten about it or don't care to read it, but that lingering fear is there. That I'll be judged, laughed at, or called an idiot. I feel like a stupid, dramatic basket case.
I could filter myself. I could pretend to be confident and happy all the time. But I write to work through my internal crap, and yeah, I could make this all private... and maybe I should... but I like the idea that maybe one single soul reads my words and is able to relate.
