I’ve been writing a post for this blog every day since December of 2012. That’s more than 2,400 posts so far. One thing that didn’t occur to me when I started all this is that a great deal of my life experience is now on record. All my opinions and memories and reactions and interests… they’re all out there for the world to see (should the world be extremely bored on, say, a Sunday afternoon).
Any chance of my running for public office has been destroyed. (Not that I have any aspirations along those lines. I’d probably be the first person voted off the island in Survivor.)
This archive of my personal points of view can be convenient if I’m trying to remember something. I’m sure my friends and family get sick of hearing me say, “Oh, yeah! I blogged about that once!”
But it can also bite me in the butt, and has on more than one occasion. Memories can change. Opinions can change. When you write about them, they sort of get cast in stone. “Oh, is that what you think, Barb? Well, that’s not what you said back in May of 2013…”
That certainly makes it hard to waffle, hedge, or equivocate. The more I write, the more my life seems to be black and white. The shades of grey are fading away. That’s great when my memory fades, but not so great when I want to hide in the mist like most people can.
Blogging is a double-edged sword.
And by the way, I’m well aware of the dual meaning of this post’s title. It was intentional. After all these years, sometimes I feel both ways.
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The View from a Drawbridge 
Well, now you know why I don’t have a blog…
And your bridge has now reached the century mark! Happy 100th to Uni!
Thanks! That 100 year old bridge, however, got replaced in the 30’s, so it’s kind of an anniversary, but not. If you’re celebrating the fact that a bridge in that spot existed, then yeah! Thanks!
All of us are capable of change, and of developing new viewpoints as we have various life experiences. I well remember the day that you said to me (while we were at Starbucks) that “there is no such thing as a happy marriage.”
Oh, Valarie, I did not. I said I have never seen one. But I’ve definitely made one.