When I first began blogging, I told no one about my blog. I wanted to keep the space for me. I am often protective of my own spaces, perhaps as a result of growing up in a small house with a bunch of siblings and extras. But gradually, as blogging became part of my life, people started finding out about it. I live in a crowded house with very little privacy, and I am not much for keeping secrets. My college-age daughter started reading the blog. And I gave the address to a few close friends who live in other places and who like to get these daily glimpses of my life. My husband knows about the blog, but is good about respecting the space as mine, and he does not usually read the blog unless I ask him to read a post. My sons don’t read the blog but they know that it exists, and they tease me about it, often in front of other people. Most of the extra kids who come to the house know about the blog, and join in the teasing.
One way or the other, my blog is becoming more public all the time. And an awful lot of people seem to read it. So this week I did something I’ve never done before. I read through my archives and took down some posts. The posts weren’t offensive or untrue, but they were deeply personal. I sometimes use writing as a way of working through issues, of sorting out my feelings, a way to move toward healing. The posts were important and painful to write – and I treasure the comments and support this community of bloggers gave me in response. But it was time to take them down.