My poor husband is often the one who winces at my blogging. He’s like, “Geez, do you hafta put everything out there like that?” Yes, I guess I do. I can’t stand those blogs where people only like to broadcast the wonderful and entertaining things they do, with lots of pictures. It’s like they are really trying to script their life.

Me, on the other hand, I’m gonna let you know with a quickness that I got a green tag on my fence telling me my utilities are gonna get cut off tomorrow…and that being married is TOUGH…and that having kids is as draining as it is fulfilling. But that’s just me.

I’ve had people come up to me and call me Pearmama. I’m not Pearmama. I’m Denise. But they call me that. Or they laugh and mention something I wrote. And I realize…these people don’t really *know* me…but yeh, they kinda *do* because of what they have learned about me on my blog.

It’s just one of those moments when you realize that yes, there are people reading what you write and that you have an audience. It’s quite sobering!

But yes, keep blogging. Miss Cindylu, you are inspiration to lots of people.

Though I don’t shamelessy promote my blog either. I hate defending to people “why do you blog? Isn’t it just a diary? I don’t get it…” If you need to ask that persistently, then I feel like I don’t need to promote it to that person. But if I find out the person is a kindred soul i.e. a blogger, and they don’t have a creepy cyber stalker vibe, I’m ok sharing it. It’s also why I have a “professional” public blog, and a personal “private” blog. The public one is for sharing.

Share the blog. But only share it with the kindred.