Last week, I told you that I don’t post about the details of my day-to-day. Because they’re personal, and boring. Today, I wrote about a verbal altercation I had with another women and how the exchange made me so depressed I couldn’t write. Hm, sounds pretty personal. And kind of boring.
I’ve got all kinds of ideas about the boundaries of this blog swirling around in my head. It seems like as soon as I give voice to a rule and set it down here for you to read, I suddenly feel free to break it. [Which is weird, because I’d think sharing the rule would make me more accountable.] I’m not sure why this is, but maybe it would work in other aspects of my life?