"It feels like one phase of your life is coming to an end, but this is just a sign that there are new opportunities right around the next corner. Today's mysterious Scorpio New Moon falls in your 12th House of Destiny, making the current transition more significant than you realize. But don't waste energy grieving what you are leaving behind; your enthusiasm for what's ahead is a key component to your success."
Of course it's true, all horoscopes ARE, right? Riiiight?
I am currently in a state of uncomfortably sitting on my fingers to keep spewing blogarrhea. No, you're not missing anything. It's shit I don't blog.
Yes, it's true, I wish I started an anonymous blog, because it's These Moments that get the best posts, but I have a filter. I do. You might think that a blogger who drops a F-Bombs all over her site, who has been asked: "Please not swear as to not offend," wouldn't be concerned with throwing a rant out there.
But, I don't (yes of course, always, there are many times I do, typically in the form of a icky product or service) do it. There are moments when I wonder why it even matters if I hold back, because it's not like I will garner any positivity in return for Not Sharing anyway, but maybe it's in Karma.
But it's wild, because after a certain amount of time that you have been blogging daily -- you start to see life events as future posts or train-wrecks-in-progress that will end up posted eventually anyway, so why not now? Each time something ridiculous happens in my world, I immediately think of how silly it really is, and think that "This would be funny to read," or "Where is my camera?" I don't stress about the little silly things, I think about documenting them. There is SO much that I miss, and wished I HAD saved, you know, photographically or with the written post.
But. Uncomfortable issues. Drama. Things I wouldn't... you know, pull out the camera and say, "CHEESE!!" during , even though I am tempted. What about that stuff? I don't mean a colonoscopy, I'd document that and tell you all about it, regardless. ;)
Why not just throw it on the table for discussion and watch the subsequent disaster and pick up the pieces later? That, I don't know.
We live in a instantly-shared world, and lots of TMI is shared constantly via blogs and networking sites -- but -- there are self-imposed limits I think. There are things you just. don't. share. even if you want to, or are DYING TO because they are so freaking juicy.
- What are YOUR limits? Where do you draw the line on sharing? How much of in-real-life-events do you allow to end up on your blog, site or social networking sites? I mean, many of us in the WLS world will TWEET ABOUT POOPING, how can we limit the chat about less stinky yet equally uncomfortable issues?
