Facebook has made it easier to have people hear the stories we want to tell. You just know that people are getting a peek (that's an understatement) at your thoughts, whether they are up for it or not. It is very imposing, now that I think about it. It kind of made me miss having a little, private cyber space all to and for myself. Private in the sense that you are pretty much blinded, have no list to zero possibilities on as, to who is (or are) actually reading and taking the time to get to know you outside the convenience of social media feeds. There is the element of mystery there that is always good to have, see and experience in something every now and then. It's very 2000 and late and it makes me smile.
I find myself reveling once again in the excitement and dread that comes with naming a blog and writing a description (which I chose to leave out for now because I always end up changing it more than necessary). I'm taken back to the times when I would type in a favorite blog address and the delight I feel when I see there's a new post, new update. I hope I can somehow evoke that emotion in someone, remote the possibility may seem.
So here's to old-school blogging and to the fancy idea that I can actually keep this up.
