I'm here. And I'm busy but happy.
Those aren't the reasons I've been quiet, not really.
Every now and then, someone in my 'real life' will make a comment about something they have read on my blog. I'm not talking friends and family, I'm talking friends of friends or random shop people. It throws me everytime. I start to thinking about why I blog, and who I blog for. And how much information about my life I really want people to know.
For some reason it's different to think about people around the country, and further afield, getting a glimpse of our lives. It's is a lot creepier when I walk down the street and realise that everyone I walk past might know that my baby doesn't sleep/ that it was my kids birthday last week/ that I wore a purple dress yesterday. Once, when I was working in a kitchenware store, a customer came in and we were chatting about how she was here on holiday from Wellington. Then she said ' You're Rhiannon, aye? I recognise you from your blog!'. Um, I didn't even know what to say. I didn't blog for weeks after that.
I guess I could do what some others do, and not get so personal on here, less pictures of my kids and less talk about our lives - keep it crafty. But I'm not sure that is the purpose of blogging for me. I blog mostly for myself. A sort of open journal, if you will. I love the glimpses of other people's lives that I get through their blogs and I want to give others the same joy I get. Maybe the fact that this means it's possible the Plunket nurse already knows how we're doing before seeing us, is just collateral damage?
I'm going to sit it out for a few more days and see how I feel. How do the rest of you cope with this issue?