'No one is themselves online.'
Mmm...I have been thinking on that, and then I read a very heartfelt post from Erin in the window...I have been on my holidays from work since 28th July and although I have been busy and away from the laptop I have been pondering and contemplating my navel wondering on the subjective nature of blogging, our perceptions, our expectations and how actually does anyone know us. Really? Does it matter?
Whether here on my blog or in daily life...
I am what I am, wherever I am, you see me, you judge, that is the way.
I am what I am, for me that is an internal whirl of decisions, mistakes, compromises and consequences.
I am what I am, on the outside the make up I paint on to cover the blemishes, the scars, the fears.
I am what I am? The facade or the whirl.
It is what I am. Me. What you see. Understand. Like or not.
I can hide from the touch. The nails in a bed of words, I lie upon. I write. I feel the truth. Not the whole. But the sum or the some.
A lions roar masks the skitty cat.
Is what I see, what you see?
I am a lion, 5' 7", 200+lbs, 51yrs and 5 days, arghhh! I am sitting at MY window, fluttering and second guessing each day. Who am I? Is this me. Who knows.