When I started blogging a couple of years ago, I tried very hard to keep anything that was identifiable out of my blog. Some regular blogs I read have recently shown concern about being identified for different reasons, causing me to reflect on my own entries. I don’t feel that I have given enough information that someone could identify me. And there is only one person in my life that I have ever told about this blog. I’m not even sure if he has read it since the time I told him.
Anyway, in rereading my posts, I have found that I am quite self-centered. I mean, I realize that I started this blog as a way to work out my feelings and the things I am going through, but I see that there are many other things in my mind that I don’t talk about – my worries about the world around me in particular.
Back to my original point – the only identifiable information I have ever shared is that I live in the middle of the country, I’m married to a funeral director, and I have a six-year-old son and a three-year-old daughter. Oh yeah, and I’m a junior high special education teacher at a school in a low socio-economic area. Is that too much information? I don’t think so. I don’t use names (which really makes writing difficult sometimes), not even made up ones.
Wait, what’s my point? I don’t think I really have one. Which, in essence, is the base of my blog – saying what’s on my mind because I can. In reflecting on this post, I haven’t really said anything. This is what happens when the main source of interaction for the past three weeks has been my daughter.