Well, the cat's out of the bag...

When I was pregnant with J, I sought a lot of comfort in the blogging world.  I stumbled upon and linked to women who were due around the same time that I was.  These women blogged about their aches and pains, excitement and joy, anticipation and trepidation.  I was able to relate, learn, and celebrate by reading.  In fact, T would encourage me to turn in early for the night only to find me hours later, reading blogs on my iPhone.

I began this blog only 4 short weeks ago.  Being home for the summer with J, I needed something to stimulate me intellectually, but I also yearned for community.  I desperately wanted to seek women with infants or young families with whom to connect.  And so I began, finally commenting on blogs I'd read for many, many months: finding inspiration and community in this little corner of the world.

Recently, as a fun, small expansion of the blog, I created a Face.book page.  I thought that would also be an area in which the dialogue of motherhood could continue.  Being the ever supportive husband that T is (who, by the way, did not find out about this blog until a few weeks in), "liked" the Jet's Journey page.  Inevitably, this "like" was broadcasted across my, and undoubtedly many others, news feed.

Cue panic.  Was I ready for people in my real life to read my blog posts?  This is a place where I feel I can be candid, not have to worry about "judgement," or feel that I'm being one of those moms who won't stop talking about her f*ing child (which, by the way, I really try hard not to constantly post about J on my face.book/I totally do not succeed).  T and I diligently tried to remove any traces of Jet's Journey and I felt comforted knowing that, most likely, no one spotted it.

Until I received this text message: 

Excuse the language.  Clearly I was shocked.

Hi, M!

Well, that's it.  Jet's Journey is out there and I have little control as to who views it.  Thank God, the person who happened to find it first was M, my Maid of Honor.  But who else saw it?  Who will be reading this blog?

Will this knowledge censor some of my writing?  Maybe.  Will I think twice about being as candid?  Perhaps.  Am I going to stop writing in this place?  No.

I started this blog to chronicle my time with J and commiserate celebrate motherhood with those in the blogosphere.  And that is what I intend to do.  Undoubtedly, I'll second guess a post, topic, or photo.  But ultimately, this isn't for anyone but me.  And if some other woman is out there, crawling into bed reading her RSS feed for hours, then so be it.  I'm here for her, too.

Do people in real life know that you blog?  

If so, do you feel that this censors you in some way?  

If not, why have you not shared your blog publicly?

Okay, if you know me in real life, I quadruple dare you to comment.  Just leave your initials or some other identifying information so I know who is visiting.  And if you don't divulge, I'll find out some how.  :)