Once a blogger …

by tamarjacobson

Photo on 2011-06-23 at 07.12

I simply cannot imagine life without blogging. In fact, I have been blogging for about six and a half years. That's all. And yet, I cannot imagine the years prior. What on earth did I do with all those thoughts, feelings, and ideas? Well, yes, I kept personal journals, wrote papers, a dissertation and books, articles, columns … And yet …

Blogging is different. For me it is personal and public at one and the same time. It helps me hone my writing skills, and has given me a venue for self expression in a way that none of the other writing areas did. Feedback is sometimes immediate, but more than that, it is a place where I feel included, connected, belonging, and accepted. A virtual umbilical cord to the universe!

Perhaps because it is un-real, detached from human face-to-face-ness, I am able to let down my guard, and play at allowing myself the intimacy of connection. For, intimacy has been a struggle for me. No doubt about it. It renders me vulnerable to rejection, opens me up to hope of love, and shakes and quakes the core of who I am. When I blog I put my Self out there – dangle me in the universe – offer my frailties and flaws for public inspection, opening up and exploring me emotionally and psychologically. I am able to practice at being intimate in a safe space … out in cyber space. I invite the reader in to bear witness to my personal ethnography.

I share me … virtually.

It is exciting. Exhilarating. It feels even a little dangerous – risky. Each time I survive another post, sometimes even with the appreciation, love and acceptance of some readers who float by out there, I gain more courage to open up further.

And – do you know?

I think I just might be applying some of what I learn, virtually, in my real life … 

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: Blogging back …