Shadow Blog

Yesterday was pretty darn close to a perfect Saturday: played with Tucker in the morning, went to the beach, and went to a barbecue at Seth & Leslie's, where the food and the company were both outstanding.

But how do you know I'm telling the truth? Seth and Leslie at least occasionally read my blog (hi, guys! last night was so fun!), and if Seth had overcooked my burger and the patio furntiture had been filthy or if Leslie had been a huge pain in the ass, I could never write it here (although, when I mentioned this last night, Seth pointed out that he'd have no problem if I called him out for bad behavior, as long as he deserved it). Nor could I write in detail about my job, or about personal things that other friends or family members are going through, or a whole boatload of things that really matter (although this person doesn't seem to have any of these issues).

So I'm thinking I may need to start up an anonymous shadow blog to get out all of the things that I can't really write here, because it would be impolitic or impolite. There's something freeing and comforting for me that comes from being able to process my experiences through writing, and it helps doing it in a space like this, rathter than in a written journal -- although sometimes I still write stuff down in notebooks, but I always feel like I'm being an adolescent drama queen -- or just saving Word files or something. But it's limiting, knowing that I have a small but important group of people actually reading it.