Friday, 05 October 2012
I was just over reading John @plantinthewindow and what he wrote brought some thoughts to mind.
I started my first blog on Xanga over seven years ago called styxandstonz.
I got angry and left several times and came back with different names including grannyinboxers, and then grannyinseahawkboxers, and eventually evolved into grannys_place.
Grannys_place suits me.
I sit here today and wonder if you really knew me, what goes through my mind, if you would still come to read me.
I find myself keeping political opinions, and other issues to myself so as not to create drama and argument.
I find myself trying to speak through my photos and show you all what makes me happy and what touches my heart-showing you all a part of me.
I wonder if you knew my past and the path I walked to get here to where I am at today, if you would judge me and walk away.
I wonder how many of us here on Xanga do not talk about things that were not our fault but that we are filled with guilt and shame about.
Showing the world the totally true self is a terrifying thing and some times we all just need to keep a wall of protection up to keep what is left of us safe.