Not a whole lot of people in my real life know that I blog. Pretty much none of my family knows. Most work people don’t know. And not many friends know either, except the ones I want to know.
I’m going to Blissdom Conference next weekend which is centered around blogging. I’m looking forward to meeting friends, learning new things, and having fun. I’m so proud and excited about the fact that I’m going.
Until Wednesday night at dinner when I had to explain to Ava’s friends’ parents why I was going out of town.
“I’m going to Dallas for a blogging conference.” I said with a face that was apologetic and shy.
They looked at me quizzically. A what?
Instead of trying to explain, I just stopped and said that I was basically going on a girls’ weekend and there would be music and sponsors and fun. Smiles. Nods.
Why? Why was I embarrassed to let my blogging/online world and my real world collide? It’s not like I write about raunchy stuff or kicking puppies. I rarely use my potty mouth on here. I don’t share horrible embarrassing secrets and I don’t talk politics or religion. I’m not plotting to secretly take over the world. So what’s the big deal?
I’m not sure to be honest.
In part, it was just the idea of explaining to them about blogging at all. I’m pretty sure they understand what a blog is, but maybe they didn’t? Who knows.
I don’t have anything to hide or I wouldn’t put it out online. As it is I’m pretty reserved about what I do write and don’t share nearly what I would like to.
So yeah, I’m Jess and I blog. I’m still figuring all this stuff out–including being comfortable in my own skin.