When I first started writing at DD Oh so many years ago . . . what a difference from being in my late thirties to now being fifty, eh? I just wrote and wrote from the heart because it seemed to me to be so anonymous. I could write without fear of anyone knowing me in my real life. Then it changed . . . the world continues to grow smaller and smaller as evidenced by Facebook. Now your boss, your ex mother-in-law, the kids . . . the nosy neighbor across the way or across the ocean . . . are all right here in our every day world either by invitation or by accident.
It is hard to just vent from the heart knowing anyone can read this. Not really trusting the ‘privacy’ settings so much on any site. Knowing the posts can be stumbled upon by those we care about the most who might also happen to be sharing the same computer.
So it’s stifled these days, that free flowing thought therapy.
What did I want to share? And with whom? I do miss the old site. I miss being able to sort my thoughts. I’ve been very happy lately and not alone but it’s been kind of a shipwreck of a week this past week. Land is in sight however. It’s a test of the staying power of the relationship I guess.
And so yes I want to share so much but where is everyone? Where is my DD family?
I know I have not been around enough to think that anyone would have stayed in touch here. Facebook is nice but it’s not the same as long talks over morning coffee which is what I used to feel like I had here.
Cynical. Yes, it is a statement of my sense of being today, the culmination of a week of feeling so completely ‘off’ after having felt so . . . close to being truly happy.
I am alone here tonight for the first time in a don’t know when. I am glad. I need the mental break of always being ‘on’. I’m going to enjoy being ‘off’ tonight.
Miss ya all. Add me to friends if you are here reading.