I haven’t had many stories these few days for my blog. Instead, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the people around me and how I relate to them.
It seems like there is no thought too deep in my head that I cannot share with my close friends. I have learned that when I share something that I consider troubling, shameful or unworthy, instead of thinking badly of me, my friends are touched that I trust them enough to tell them. They feel even more connected to me and reciprocate my confidence by admitting their own inner thoughts. My friends don’t want to be protected — they want to understand.
Just when I have decided, “This is my most private thought. I can never tell anyone,” I discover that even this level can be accessed by those who care about me most.
I feel humbled and loved.
*smothers Joan in hug*
I’m not murderous, truly!
This is an issue I have been struggling with since giving out my blog url to my family and friends. Many times I wanted to blog about things that troubled or embarrassed me, but I’m afraid that they might read too much into it. I started self-censoring, and am beginning to lose interest in blogging.
I enjoy reading your blog and you have become my friend since our mblog days. 🙂