Dear Diary,

I had an opportunity to re-evaluate blogging today. Humorous, that.
I began this endeavor with the intention of writing a little for my two friends who were bloggers before me.
Then, I became addicted, and started taking the writing portion a bit more seriously.
After a while, with readers I've never met from all over the world, I grew more and more forthcoming. Now, the truth is, that I confide things to my keyboard that I don't generally bring up in conversation with people I actually look in the eye on a regular basis. You know, except for Kara.
So, when I find that someone I actually know is reading what I write, I am given pause. As in, "oh, dear, I wonder how many inappropriate things I have said recently?" As if those who know me would be surprised.
I put so much of my innards out here for you all to see. There are thoughts I think which are not sufficiently developed until they are spelled out upon my screen. Sometimes I like the me I see, and sometimes I cringe a bit. However, I also think that both elements are important, because both elements are true.
Even now I am processing as I write, and confronting my thoughts as they develop.
People who blog must be some kind of exhibitionists, huh?