For the first time I am second guessing a post I’ve written. “Will it make me appear less professional? Am I just another ‘typical’ twenty-something looking for attention/recognition/guidance? What will they* think?”
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Some of the things I overheard at BlogHer have me spooked. For a while I have been toying with the idea of an additional blog, perhaps an anonymous one. The idea of maintaining my anonymity exhausts me though. After the conference I wanted to create a new one and apply everything I had learned. Sort of an experiment of sorts. Is such-and-such really the best way to draw traffic to your site? Does black text really make it easier for readers? I didn’t want to apply any drastic changes to Free and Flawed because that’s not what this blog is about. This is my personal blog. I’m not trying to drive traffic to my site. I’m trying to build a community and develop relationships with other bloggers, not make money.
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And here is where I realized that I should be afraid to put anything on my blog if the only thing holding me back is what others will think. There is a good chance that I will create an additional blog. I may have already. Whether it will be anonymous or not is yet to be determined. I will find something that works for me and makes me feel comfortable. In the mean time, I’m taking a break from the BlogHer recaps to share something I wrote last night:
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There are times when I just want to ramble on about things that are bothering me. I like to spend an hour carefully selecting the words that would perfectly describe how I am feeling. And sometimes I just can’t find the words. At that point I try to think of one word that would sum up everything. Tonight all I could think of was
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Lonely.
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Not lonely in the sense that there is no one around because there is. I just got back from a conference full of people. I’m never home alone. There is always someone nearby and still, I am lonely.
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I’m lonely because I miss a bond - a connection you have with someone. The one that makes you feel like you could be at your absolute worst and they wouldn’t judge you. They know what to say to cheer you up, and if they didn’t have the words, they know what to do whether it be an expression, dance or hug.
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The one that makes you feel comfortable enough to be uninhibited, raw and authentic. There is nothing to hide; forget about bottling up the crazy. It’s all out there.
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I remember a couple years ago my mom told me that the spark was missing from my eyes. I found it and held onto it for as long as I could, but now I don’t even see it.
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And after writing this I feel so resentful and so disappointed with myself because I haven’t let go yet.
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* They refers to new readers.