30something and blogging

Three days into this project and I’m already stumped. It doesn’t quite seem like I can keep this place completely private and I don’t know that I want or need to. I’m not going to be sharing personal things or posting pictures, but I’m still not sure how to draw the line. I guess if I wasn’t 30+ I wouldn’t even think twice about this because it seems the younger generation has no second thoughts about putting it—however mundane, or age inappropriate, or witty, or sad, or smart, “it” is—all out there.

When I was in sixth grade and read The Diary of Anne Frank I started carefully constructing my diary entries. I knew some day the world would want to know what it was really like to be 12 and fabulously bored and amazingly dramatic in middle America. Now I feel just the opposite. My fabulously boring life is of no interest to anyone and I would actually feel bad if they stumbled across this. But because I am new to this whole thing, I don’t even know how or if anyone could stumble across this.

Okay, enough about how stupid I am about this whole process.