I Hate(d) Blogs

A few years ago a couple of friends of mine who were making a radical, life-changing move to Denver announced to a carload of us that they were planning on journaling in a "blog" for their trip. When asked what I thought about blogs, like a good friend, I proffered the opinion that I didn't like blogs because they seems to be too often an exercise in self-centeredness (my actual poorly chosen words were "That's pretty arrogant, isn't it?"). In my mind, I couldn't fathom what type of people would really be interested in reading about my deepest thoughts. What wisdom could I possibly share? Even worse, I pictured myself sitting anxiously in front of my computer screen waiting to see if anyone commented on my posts. A blog seemed like a lot of effort and emotional risk with very little potential reward and I didn't really want any of that in my life at the time. I also figured if I wanted someone's input on my most intimate thoughts, I would get married.

So last Summer, I did. And through this amazing joining with Stephanie, I've come to learn that the part of me that wants to keep everything under wraps needs to loosen up some. It's not arrogant to share one's life with others. On the contrary, it's beautiful and I've found it absolutely necessary for my joy and survival.

Now I'm not entirely convinced that the blog, as a medium, is going to bring us all together tenderly holding our mice and singing kumbayah in the soft glow of our computer screens. But maybe it could provide a way for me to peel back one more layer of the stuff that makes me feel (or want to be) separated from everyone else.

That is certainly worth the effort.