My blog was down this morning and I was irritated and wanted to post about it on Facebook and I kept struggling typing out the status because the voice inside my head kept saying: Should I be embarrassed I still have a blog?
I mean, this spot on the interwebs is supes personal and so I sometimes wonder if I should be embarrassed about the CONTENT, especially if I’m on a dark mental health swing or if I’m ranting a lot about boobsweat, but should I be embarrassed that I even have a blog?
I started blogging back in late 2003 and that was just on the cusp of the surge in popularity of blogs. EVERYONE had a blog. It was nice because NO ONE was embarrassed because EVERYONE had one. But then it faded and now the only people left are people who actually make money of their blogs and…well…me?
I posted the status to Facebook anyway. I mean, I don’t hide the fact that I have a blog, but I did think about it for a little bit because I’m old enough now that I often am shocked…SHOCKED…to find out stuff I’m doing is embarrassing. My kids are nice enough to let me know and I’m nice enough not to care…but I would like to be able to CHOOSE to be embarrassing and not just find out after the fact.
Anyway. I have a blog. It’s my therapy. I write here most weekday mornings and some weekends. I like to talk about politics, social justice, my health – mental and physical, boob sweat, and the fine art of avoiding left turns. I think I’ll just decide not to be embarrassed about it even if the rest of the world thinks I should be.
Kinda like how much of the world thinks I should be embarrassed about how much I love the Netflix cartoon The Dragon Prince, or Young Adult Fictions, or Harry Potter merchandise…I understand those people are out there and I choose to ignore them so I can continue to pursue the things that bring me joy.
And YAY! for my blog being back up! Woot!