Honest Blogging.... To Be Or Not To Be...?
I get so excited about the ideas I have, bloggin ideas. Things I wonder about, and which I want to discuss.
But then I never get to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard.
This blog STILL isn't home yet. I miss my previous blog a lot. This one just seems a bit dead. But after I found out about my husband reading the other blog I dont know, I'm just not comfortable about blogging there anymore. Maybe its cause he teases me about being a geek. And maybe it baring my soul on the net that frightens me. I dont know.
Its not like I'm keeping secrets from him really, sharing them on my blog instead. He knows all there is to know about me - much more than I'm willing to blog about, but still. I guess perhaps its just a mental block.
My husband is VERY old fashioned, and VERY conservative when it comes to the www. He doesn't like facebook, and I guess blogging freaks him out? He doesn't like the idea of me sharing my life with 'strangers', and at the same time sharing parts of his live, inevitably.
Argh... I wish I could just look PAST this and carry on. As if nothing had happened. I should probably talk to him about it, but I dread discussing something which I know he feels so strong about.
Still I am not going to give up blogging. I'm loving it. I've been blogging for about 3 years now, and I'm addicted in a way. I find it great stimulation for my thoughts, and I find that I actually get rid of some things that bother me. When I'm angry with someone I just need to do a post about it. I hardly ever make it public. Still I put my thoughts on black and white, and after that I'm usually ready to fogive and forget.
Besides all that, I love writing. I may not be exceptionally great at it, but I enjoy it. I've always loved it. I've even considered studying further, something like creative writing, but taking up a career with that would be a waste. I hate being forced to write about something I have no passion for. Same way with art. I had art lessons at school, and I hated when we were forced to draw something specific. I love being creative, but on my own, in my own way.
Yesterday and today I've been at home. I'm off sick with flu and UTI, though I'm feeling better today, I still have a bit of a fever - my digital thermometer makes a beeping sound whenever I take my temperature, and can't go any higher - lol. I'll be back at work again tomorrow, though I won't have finished my antibiotics by then. Oh well, just two days of work, and then its weekend again, hey!? Nice. And there I was, thinking it was going to be a long work week.
I might write again a bit later, but for now I want to get back in bed, and read my book. I've been reading quite a lot, but I absolutely love it. I haven't read in quite a while, and I don't know how I'm going to stop myself...
I hope you all are having a pleasant week. Take care, till later.
But then I never get to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard.
This blog STILL isn't home yet. I miss my previous blog a lot. This one just seems a bit dead. But after I found out about my husband reading the other blog I dont know, I'm just not comfortable about blogging there anymore. Maybe its cause he teases me about being a geek. And maybe it baring my soul on the net that frightens me. I dont know.
Its not like I'm keeping secrets from him really, sharing them on my blog instead. He knows all there is to know about me - much more than I'm willing to blog about, but still. I guess perhaps its just a mental block.
My husband is VERY old fashioned, and VERY conservative when it comes to the www. He doesn't like facebook, and I guess blogging freaks him out? He doesn't like the idea of me sharing my life with 'strangers', and at the same time sharing parts of his live, inevitably.
Argh... I wish I could just look PAST this and carry on. As if nothing had happened. I should probably talk to him about it, but I dread discussing something which I know he feels so strong about.
Still I am not going to give up blogging. I'm loving it. I've been blogging for about 3 years now, and I'm addicted in a way. I find it great stimulation for my thoughts, and I find that I actually get rid of some things that bother me. When I'm angry with someone I just need to do a post about it. I hardly ever make it public. Still I put my thoughts on black and white, and after that I'm usually ready to fogive and forget.
Besides all that, I love writing. I may not be exceptionally great at it, but I enjoy it. I've always loved it. I've even considered studying further, something like creative writing, but taking up a career with that would be a waste. I hate being forced to write about something I have no passion for. Same way with art. I had art lessons at school, and I hated when we were forced to draw something specific. I love being creative, but on my own, in my own way.
Yesterday and today I've been at home. I'm off sick with flu and UTI, though I'm feeling better today, I still have a bit of a fever - my digital thermometer makes a beeping sound whenever I take my temperature, and can't go any higher - lol. I'll be back at work again tomorrow, though I won't have finished my antibiotics by then. Oh well, just two days of work, and then its weekend again, hey!? Nice. And there I was, thinking it was going to be a long work week.
I might write again a bit later, but for now I want to get back in bed, and read my book. I've been reading quite a lot, but I absolutely love it. I haven't read in quite a while, and I don't know how I'm going to stop myself...
I hope you all are having a pleasant week. Take care, till later.
