This morning I read a blog post that made me feel all bristly. (If you don’t like reading blogs about blogging, I apologize, and would love for you to go over to read about this trashy, fabulous purse.)
Aunt Becky, over at Mommy Wants Vodka, offered up a thought-provoking / feather-ruffling post today. In Why I Do What I Do, she suggests that where bloggers once bared their souls for their readers, there is a new trend in blogging where bloggers completely sanitize their thoughts before hitting publish. I am admittedly horrible at summarizing, so I know I won’t be able to do her argument justice. Please go read her post (and also the post by Cecily that Aunt Becky references) and come back. I promise, I’ll be right here waiting for you…
…okay, good! You’re back.
So why did these posts fire me up and make me all itchy?
Because sometimes I’m one of those people out there, just shitting rainbows.
But, I haven’t always been.
It took me decades to reach this place–this place where my life is so good that I often feel obligated to apologize for my happiness. And, when I’m not feeling overwhelmed by the need to apologize, I’m busy worrying and obsessing that I’ll let my guard down for just a moment and something will happen to ruin it.
There is much that you don’t necessarily know yet, but you probably will learn over time. There is a lot in between that I haven’t had reason to share yet. But it’s there and it makes me who I am today.
And now? I have a husband I adore and two children who make my heart nearly explode.
Do my kids ever make me angry? You bet they do!
Is my husband ever less than perfect? Yep.
Are all of the relationships in my life easy? Not even close.
But those imperfections, though they exist, do not define my life. They are a part of it. These imperfections make the beautiful parts even better.
When I was growing up, my mother always taught me that what happened in our home was to stay in our home. We weren’t to air our dirty laundry to others. There are blogs out there that reflect this ideology. I read and enjoy some of those.
There are also blogs that go to the other extreme. They bare all and then some. I would suspect that those can’t be easy to write. But, I read and enjoy those, too.
Neither is inherently wrong. Personal blogging is an expression of self. We all come to this blogging table for different reasons.
Perhaps blogging trends are like a pendulum. We’ve seen scores of bare-all blogs and now we’re seeing a plethora of sanitized blogs.
Personally, I think that somewhere in between — not necessarily exactly in between — is a lovely place to shoot for. There are many of these out there, too.
Thank you, Aunt Becky, for getting me going this morning. I do so love you.
And now that I’m done with my mini-rant, please go read the trashy purse story!
*As a side note, it nearly killed me to use the word shitting in this post. There are some words that I have a hard time using and this is one of them, but there was just no other word that worked. Don’t worry, I have no problem with the F word, the D word, and loads of others.