Obviously, I love blogging. (yeah it is a cool shirt, click on it, order one and maybe Kerflop/Verymom will send me one free!) It is the only journal I have ever been able to keep. I have had prayer journals. I am good at those for a bit and then I misplace them. I quit looking for it and then I find it months later, which is very interesting-seeing God answer prayers that way. We may forget, but he doesn't. I have also kept regular journals, but wrote such nasty hate spew that they were usually shredded the next day. It isn't good to allow yourself to hate-spew, it sort of feeds a real bad fire. Gives the devil quite a little foothold. So blogging has remained a consistent, almost daily way to "know" me. ( that helps me "know" me better too)
I blog mostly for posterity, a heritage to pass on to my daughters. Someday they will be in shoes similar to mine and I hope I say something on here that either A) Defends my parenting in some way OR B) Helps them to be a better parent OR C) Allows them to pinpoint where their insanity came from.
Mostly, blogging has enhanced my friendships. The friends I have that read this blog understand janjanmom better than if there were no blog. Hubby "gets" me better than he used to. Some people probably dislike me more than they used to as well. All the relationships involved deepen a bit.
This brings me to the disadvantage. I have a few aquaintances who read my blog that do not have a blog that I know about, or they don't have one at all. This is very awkward at times. If they are a regular reader, there really is no need to ask me anything about how I am, my life is pretty much an "open blog"(hee hee). This is sort of like being n*ked in a room full of people wearing snowsuits. Everyone sees your all, while they reveal nothing. This is somewhat uncomfortable. Even worse when I don't know they read but they casually mention "reading it on my blog". Don't get me wrong, it is a PUBLIC blog with all that entails. I haven't blocked anyone from reading it. I welcome everyone to read my innermost thoughts, concerns, insecurities and defects of character. (A comment wouldn't hurt though, you big lurker!)I guess any hope of a political career is over.
I suppose I must be crazy, all posts seem to support it. However, I am more in touch with what I think and feel than I have ever been. I also can look up things in my archives, like where we went for pumpkins and the exact dates of vacations. Blogging works for me. I am even getting used to the "n*ked-ness" of my life.