Strange how any ole day can be a day of beginnings. When I awoke this morning, okay maybe it was more like early afternoon, painfully dragging my sorry ass outta bed I had no idea that I would "begin" anything. Nope, I had no lofty plans, no real goals for the day, other than make it to the bathroom before I had a wet mess that I did not have the energy to clean. Then stumble and limp my way to the kitchen for a diet coke and a smoke. With the all important morning rituals complete I parked my aching body on the couch, opened my laptop to sign into facebook, simply to see who was doing what on this Sunday morning. And there, in my newsfeed, it was. Someone had a link to this place and so here I am, beginning a new blog. Now, I have done this blog thing before. Back in the long lost days of myspace I blogged. Oh, did I blog. Back before myspace became the ghost town it is today, I loved it. Some days were updates of the day to day life. Some days were cheeky rants complete with colorful words and my own sarcastic bitchy humor. And every once in a while, the creative muse reared her head and poetry tapped out on the keyboard was the result. The key there was simply this. I Was Free. Free to be who I am. Free to speak my mind. Free to post what the hell ever I wanted to without concerning myself with what anyone thought. I had found a home. I was among friends, most of whom were doing the same. There was an anonymity there that freed my words and my thoughts. Never having to explain or justify my words to real life. Not having to worry about my posts being read by the young and innocent. Never having to defend my beliefs or passions. Oh how I have missed that. Once myspace became a wasteland, the blogging I so enjoyed had no place to belong. In these years since, I have done what most have. I joined facebook and like everyone else, added all the real life family members and people I was merely acquainted with from high school and like the good girl I so am not, I limit myself. Now, I realize these limits are all self inflicted. I simply do not want to explain every word I type, justify every f bomb, defend every opinion or have everyone think everything I post is about them. Really, some of the people there can be so damn needy. So today is a beginning. Today, I take back my freedom. Here in this place, I am Just Me Being Me...Now,I suppose we will just have to see where this goes.
Until next time...
~L~
I can sympathize with your MySpace recollections. I had the same thing with a program called Yahoo360. Back in those days, you could blog & be a part of a community. That is where I cut my teeth on my witchcraft path. Like yourself, after that fell apart, I joined Facebook, and my page filled up with friends, family, and lots of people I don't talk to in real life. And yes, I've had to pull back, not saying what I really want to. Anonymity is a great tool for purging what you really feel and believe. Good luck on the blog!
ReplyDeleteThank You so much! I look forward to our mutual sharings here :)
DeleteFrom one small town Georgia gal to another- I have three blogs and only my anonymous one is the "true" me...! The other two are the happy fake faces for all the people who know me in the real world. Not sure any of them even care to know the true me, but when I need to get out all the junk inside of me, it feels good to do it without being judged. Keep at it!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much..yes, I do believe I have found a new home :)
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