|Zen or finding enlightenment, i.e., a release|
For me, like many others it is writing. I didn't discover this until much later, well after I had already started blogging.
Then, again like many others, I discovered how much I liked writing about things I was thinking about or feeling to an audience and the response I got from them. The feeling is something akin to calling a friend to chat, without the guilty feelings I always get. Things like, "Is she busy but won't say?" or "I hope I am not interrupting dinner." Or even worse, desperately needing to talk, only to call and get no answer.
For me, writing is the perfect way to release my pent up frustrations and clear my mind.
|A filter doesn't show the whole picture|
No one wants to read the sad stuff.
I can't write about the asinine things that my husband's "superiors" do/say without fear of being found out.
I can't write about certain interactions without fear that someone from the community will assume it is him or her and cause me some sort of grief.
Lately, I have felt as if my writing here, although sporadic as of late, doesn't portray my real life. While I can absolutely attest that I am one hundred percent honest in everything written (unless otherwise noted), on the whole, my blog doesn't give an accurate picture to how my life really is. As if you could walk into my house today and feel like you've known me forever. Or at least since 2002 when I started.
Maybe I am growing up. Maybe the truth is that even in creative non-fiction, there is something of a filter that is expected. We can't all go around saying what we really think. Why would writing be any different?
However, you can bear witness to this fact: After the two phone calls I received this evening, both from the same person, there will come a time that my filter will be turned off. I will be unstoppable. I will have my say and I will write about it.
I just hope that time doesn't come too soon.