Posted by debaucherysoup
I hurt someone with my last post.
I really didn’t mean to – I straddle that line of honesty and discretion every time my fingers hit the keyboard.
I came across as ungrateful.
That was not my intention either.
The day was amazing – I was sharing the whole of it though, without going into details.
But I’ve done damage.
My blog is up for renewal next month – I’m debating whether or not to keep it. Why? Because I have the awful condition of not being able to shut up.
And I’m too forthcoming for my own good sometimes – and clearly, too forthcoming for others good too.
I don’t want to post watered down, milquetoast writings.
I’ve always wanted and needed to be free in my writing.
And when I write – it’s mostly about what is going on in my life in that moment.
I could sit and do a journalistic piece keeping me, my life, friends and family out of it – but it wouldn’t be authentic.
I’m proud of the interviews I’ve done.
I love my photography category. There’s some good stuff in there.
But what I’ve always needed to do is just … write. And it comes from somewhere inside that I try not to filter too much.
So what to do?
I’m not sure.
But I know I feel awful – and remorseful.
And I never wanted those feelings to come from my writing.