I feel like the reason I write blogs and then don’t publish them is because the things I write can be so personal. It is almost like having your mom read your middle school diary where you have detailed thoughts about your latest crush.
Writing can be a great way to get my thoughts and dreams out of my head. The question becomes when is it too much to share. Do people even read it or care? Sometimes it is just being vulnerable. Vulnerability can be good and transparent and make you real, but it can also be scary and people can perceive you as weak.
As a closet introvert, I live in my head sometimes. Other times, I love to scheme and dream with family and friends. I love coming up with ideas and plans. Finding ways to execute them can be a little tougher.
To write or not to write. To share or not to share. That is a question that I will ponder this year.