I recently got an email from someone, telling me that they loved reading my blog but were going to have to quit because it made them sad. I asked why that was. The response was that they felt left out.
This person does not even live in the same state I do, so it’s not like I could include them, even if that were feasible from other perspectives. But, it gave me reason to ponder the effect blogging has on people.
I confess that I do not read a ton of blogs, but there are some I check in on periodically. I am very fond of ones that include photos and art and I do like ones that have a variety of entries – where some philosophy is mixed in with some daily life bits.
I certainly never considered that my blog could have the effect of making anyone feel left out. I don’t know what to do about that. It’s really a chronicle of my life and that’s what is here, along with some thoughts and ramblings. I can’t imagine what I would be able to do differently – I only have this one life.
Perhaps I give the idea that my life is all perfect. It’s not. I’ve got dirty clothes and dirty dishes and clutter everywhere and problems with work and friends and loved ones and all the rest – just like everyone else. But I would not publish those things.
I save my deep hurts and deep questions for my private, handwritten journals. I never forget that this is a public forum. Besides, it’s much better to look at a photo of the neighbor’s tulips than my pile of junk by the front door.