I sometimes forget how vulnerable blogging can make us feel. I’ve been doing it for so long it’s become a muscle I guess I take for granted. I sometimes missed my first Blogging on Msn space in 2004, I still remember the posts from the past that were turning points in my healing, it can be scary to put our thoughts and feelings into words for others to read. That we get choked up with perfectionism and wonder who we think we are to do something so daring. We want others to like our words and for connections to grow. We’re hungry to be seen just as we’re shy when people see us.
I could see how it has developed over the years — and, frankly, to reassure them that we all start somewhere. I’ve loved every incarnation of msn space. Blogging felt simpler back then — I had absolutely no expectations for it. I wrote my feelings out onto my computer and put them online. It was such a release, such a joy to be able to get it out.
How often do we get to create a place that’s just for us, an online home we can change and evolve as we ourselves change and evolve. Time doesn’t really have any meaning any more. I think when we write a blog we’re really making a time machine for ourselves.
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