Are my topics worthy of sharing? Is my font too distracting or boring? Does the personal section go on the left or the right? Does the header accurately represent who am, what I know and all I believe?!? A widget...that's funny, what's that? Is this photo too fuzzy to post? Most frequently though I admit- does anyone even read this little blog or should I just toss the constant oh-what-to-write dilemma to the dogs and go about my day sans stress?
Although I think I can ease up on myself about layout, topic selection and the kinks and quirks to fluency in all terms bloggy, there is another fear which haunts me- am I perhaps, OVER-sharing?
We all know that person, whether it's via interoffice work chatter or your facebook and twitter feeds, we've all encountered 'em- the thoughtless poster, the oversharer, that person who, despite all evidence to the contrary, believes the world is fascinated by their personal minutia- "Ran into a door- ouch!," "Shouldn't have eaten that last meatball..." , "bad hair day, ugh"- you know the drill.
Flagrant tidbits- sharing without thought, care or concern. An ever-flowing stream of consciousness to which others must not only be interested in, but appear entitled to.
Call me private, call me reserved, even call me conservative (although I'd have to wonder how well you know me...) but I'm cautious not to fill this endlessly vast chasm of literary possibility I've suspended in cyberspace with personal monotony. This has overemphasized the importance of topic selection. Which in turn has me frozen in a post-less, fearful state. So ridiculous!
So I made this decision- no expectation, realistic reservation and hearty appreciation. Don't expect each post to be a work of art greater than the last. Cater my reservations to over-share with a balance of spontaneity and good judgement, and stop worrying so much about whether people are in fact reading, and start giving those who are something to read!
This is your blanket apology- to those of you who don't find what you're looking for here, or if expectation remains unmet after browsing the over-brimming of my soul into this space, I thank you for stopping by.
In the insanely magical words of AWOLNATION's song "People"-
"Thank you,
for listening again,
or for the first time,
or for the last time,
we share this moment,
and I am grateful for this"
Flagrant tidbits- sharing without thought, care or concern. An ever-flowing stream of consciousness to which others must not only be interested in, but appear entitled to.
Call me private, call me reserved, even call me conservative (although I'd have to wonder how well you know me...) but I'm cautious not to fill this endlessly vast chasm of literary possibility I've suspended in cyberspace with personal monotony. This has overemphasized the importance of topic selection. Which in turn has me frozen in a post-less, fearful state. So ridiculous!
So I made this decision- no expectation, realistic reservation and hearty appreciation. Don't expect each post to be a work of art greater than the last. Cater my reservations to over-share with a balance of spontaneity and good judgement, and stop worrying so much about whether people are in fact reading, and start giving those who are something to read!
This is your blanket apology- to those of you who don't find what you're looking for here, or if expectation remains unmet after browsing the over-brimming of my soul into this space, I thank you for stopping by.
In the insanely magical words of AWOLNATION's song "People"-
"Thank you,
for listening again,
or for the first time,
or for the last time,
we share this moment,
and I am grateful for this"
