Wednesday, 4 August 2010
Lately, I've had the pleasure of welcoming visitors to my quiet little corner of the Internet and connecting with a group of people whose lives seem to echo my dreams, whose words give me inspiration and whose kindness has moved me to tears.
The experience has been a strange one, and I'm still adapting to the change. When my blog hid itself quietly amongst the folds of the Internet's many pages, I felt safe in sharing myself in this space. I felt that my words were written for me alone and that my soliloquies would be safely preserved here until nostalgia required them.
Knowing that others are reading my thoughts has changed this from a secret space into something a little more public, and as a solitary and antisocial soul, I'm anxious.
The idea of sharing my thoughts and dreams so openly with strangers is strange and slightly unsettling, and there have been nights where I've lain awake during the dark hours before dawn feeling exposed and vulnerable.
But the kindness of the comments that I've received and the feeling of connection that I've experienced have made this fear worth fighting, and brought me bounteous blessings besides.
Openness and honesty are always daunting ideals, but the closeness and community that can result when we embrace them makes them well worth fighting for.