A friend of mine called me about this blog. She read it and saw today there is a password protected post. I told her there are a few. She wondered why. I told her it is because there are some things I need to write but cannot share with anyone. She laughed, surprised I had a filter, considering some of what I’ve written and shared. Ah yes…it seems I share so much, but some of me remains hidden. Part of me is not for consumption, the secret place in my head. I have to write about some things, to work them out for myself, but I do not want to share them. Maybe someday when some of it isn’t so fresh, I will remove the password, but by then the post will be so far back no one will read it anyway. Perhaps even I will have forgotten it was written. For now, however, I am filtered. in a tiny way, I have to do this. The writer needs the expression; the person needs the cloak.
The writer needs the expression; the person needs the cloak.
Great line. Couldn’t agree more. Sometimes even if I feel I need to blog about an issue I’ve found it isn’t the end of the world if you don’t write about it.