Earlier today I was standing at the kitchen sink realizing how many things have happened to me or closely around me this year that I didn’t mention here.
I think that means I’m now a seasoned private personal blogger. I’ll tell you what I know it’s ok to share, and I won’t tell you the other stuff.
If I told you about it I’m not sure you’d believe me anyway, but living in NYC sure does provide a lot more stories to just accept as part of daily life than back in Vermont where any little thing that happened to me was OMG I GOTTA TELL THE BLOG ABOUT IT SO EVERYONE KNOWS MY BUSINESS CUZ IF I DON’T THEN I’M NOT SHOWING THE WORLD ALL OF ME.
I’d rather focus on other stuff than making sure you know I am a complete human being. If you don’t know by now that I am a complex, complicated, stratified bag of water just like you then I suggest you meet me at an event and have a conversation with me.
If you’re new here: Hi, I’m Poppy. I blog when I feel like it, about what I feel like blogging about. And you look pretty today.
I’m sorry, but I need to everything. NOW!!!
PS – Hooray for you!
You’re awesome – that is all.
I think I’m in a overly non-sharing mode right now. I wonder how long it will last….
There are a TON of things I don’t/ won’t blog about – I am apparently, rpetty private.
I will share, though, that the sleepover just had a fricking food fight in my dining room – and 4, nine year olds are about to get their asses kicked.
I haven’t been in a sharing mood lately either. I can’t seem to even manage my hardcopy journal these days but a lot of that has to do with a horrible event in my life that I am currently struggling with…we’ll see if I and my writing survive….so I know where you are coming from. In reality, the world doesn’t need to know everything….
I used to be like that too and now I’ve gone so far on the private side I’m not sure why I still have a blog. I’m holding out the hope I can find my happy medium.
And you look pretty too.
I’m waiting for the days when you post 10 million times a day again!
I’m not. I hated my life then.
I know, I know. That was also in the pre-Twitter days too.
At the tail end of my proliferation I had my blog tied to my twitter account, but no one was following me on twitter. I remember because Britt said “you need to get a twitter account” when she saw me posting so much and I remember writing back that I have one and it tweets my posts. I don’t use that anymore for this blog. It was called Poppables, though. Cute name.
That is a cute name. I don’t remember that Twitter account, though.
The section on my blog was called Poppables (right sidebar), it was always linked to the same twitter account. Just no one was really using twitter then.
Oh yeah – I remember that now!
You’re awesome.