I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how weird blogging is. My blog is public, although I do have some private posts but that’s quite rare and generally not necessary.
If I thought about it too much or witnessed everyone in a room reading my posts I would probably panic and never blog again, but I don’t really see who reads it and most won’t tell you they read your blog either so I suppose if no one talks about it it remains a secret which I kinda like.
This is my rather public secret life if you like. A place I come to offload. I ask myself like everybody else who writes, why do people read my blog? I don’t doubt the number one reason is people are curious and like knowing things about others. And then I suppose (hopefully) people are interested in what I write. I always strive to challenge the reader to think about themselves and also life’s perspectives. I write predominantly for myself but also to provoke thought in others and for people to resonate with my blog topics.
I know I have regular people who read my blog which is great. I do have to be careful what I say and who I talk about because of this which I sometimes find frustrating. There has to be that balance between being true and honest and not making a reader paranoid!
For now though I will keep blogging, But I’m not really writing and you’re not really reading right? 😉