I haven’t blogged in a while. I wanted to last week, but I didn’t have the heart to write about what’s been on my mind.
As a blogger, I realize I look at the world, not necessarily differently than others, but definitely with a focus. “Is this moment bloggable?” I will often think, as others continue on with their conversations and I’ve begun to have one of my own in my head.
But as I’ve learned, even some bloggable moments don’t need to be blogged or even written about. I like to be private about things. Much of this is very much Islamically informed.
I guess as I have gotten older and because of the ubiquitousness that is the Googlez, there are some things that I’d rather not let out into the ether. God, I really love that phrase, don’t I? (I just updated my About page and used that phrase there, too).
And yet the compulsion to blog still remains. Writing in a medium where others could potentially read my thoughts makes the issue seem more real. But is that true? Or is it the society in which the public/private distinction has become blurred that which makes it seem that way?
Maybe it’s a bit of both.
So/yet, here I am writing about a problem – a conglomeration of problems, really – without actually writing about them.
I can be an ambiguous blogger at times. And while it does not come with the same feelings of release as open and raw blogging does, even ambiguous blogging comes with its own wisdom and benefit.