I’m quiet but inside my head it is loud.
Babies are sleeping, Ryan is working, but I’m telling you, it’s loud.
It has occurred to me that there are generally two types of blogs – those with writers who wish to demonstrate ways to successfully live out a certain lifestyle (by persuasive, encouraging and educational posts) and those with writers who just share their lives and hope that someone (or several someones) will find hope and encouragement, laughter and tears, excitement and transparency in the simple day-to-day posts. I respect the writers of both kinds of blogs.
I think I’m beginning to discover that I want to be a day-to-day kind of writer, though.
I don’t share too many details of my personal life (though there have been times) – my feelings, my questions, my adventures, my screw-ups, my triumphs – but my passion is to just be, and let others do whatever they want with it.
Each time I tweet or update Facebook, I am amazed my unwillingness to dive very deep. But if I’m not sharing real life – then what’s the point?
I’ve been quiet. But it’s so loud in here and I’d rather be real. I may as well share the noise.
I’ll be me. I’ll stop with the unimportant and get on with the significant.