So I'm stuck in a place that I've been in before, and it's no less uncomfortable now than it was then.

I used to blog all the time. It was a great way to vent, get out whatever was bothering me at the time. At some point, I just stopped for the most part. Part of it was not having much I wanted to talk about - learning to move past the negative and focus on the positive. Some of it was that I became too aware of my audience.

I tell people that they don't need to care what other people think because the ones who really care will either see things the way they're meant to be seen or try to talk it out, barring extreme cases. And the ones who don't care enough to even try to sort out the misunderstanding? They don't matter.
I believe that, and I try to act with that in mind. It still bothers me when people, even strangers, misunderstand me, though. I guess no one is good at practicing what they preach *all* the time.

I've been a little hesitant to post poems before, often because they were still too close to my heart or they were ugly things (the emotions, not the words themselves) that I just needed to purge and didn't feel anymore or didn't feel that strongly in the first place (hello, artistic license - nice to get your help blowing things out of proportion again). Very recently, I posted a few poems that I purposefully didn't post when I wrote them for different reasons that related to not wanting people (certain people, at least) to read them.

Now I have things going on in my life that I want to write about, that I am writing about. Wonderful things that make me happy, even. I'm kind of afraid to post what I've written, though, or share details with people. I can all too easily imagine the things that some of my watchers who know me and the details of my life might say, and they aren't kind things. I don't want to give anyone openings to mock me, but I fear that I might. I'm embarrassed when I have no reason to be. I'm not ashamed of anything or anyone.

It's an unhappy spot to be in.