Day 87 of #100Daychallenge
In a Galway nightclub, a friend tells me that anyone reading my blog definitely gets a good sense of who I am. In a gay bar in Dublin, a friend tells me that he reads me from time to time and he finds the posts open hearted. In a letter sent from Scotland, a friend tells me that simply posting sets her thinking and helps her feel connected to me.
I forget that people I know read this. Sometimes I wonder what I would say given complete anonymity. Sometimes the challenge is to be vulnerable with the people I know. No, that’s always the challenge. And often, it’s easier to type on my phone and send it to the Internet, than it is to look at a friend and share my thoughts, my joys, and my anxieties.