Posting
has not been what I expected. At first, I thought it would be a lot like
journaling. I would process my thoughts on paper, and it would help me deal
with anger or anxiety and the like. But journaling is highly personal, and it
is written quickly and in shorthand. And it's meant for your eyes only, or
perhaps you'll read it to your therapist someday. In order to journal I need to
feel like my writing is safe and private. Posting is much different. It's much
more laborious. You have to worry about accuracy, spelling, grammar. More eyes
are intended to see it. And because of all of these demands, it has been
difficult to post as often as I journal. It's hard to find the time. Whereas
you don't intend for anyone to read your journal or diary, the very purpose of
a post is to share your thoughts with others and hopefully persuade them. You
need an audience. But if no one is reading your post, or it seems no one is
reading your post, that can produce the very feelings that necessitate that you
journal. So it is a vicious cycle. And as a result, I have found myself posting
in fits and spurts. Consistency can be difficult. Discouragement creeps in
all too often. And sometimes it just feels like I have nothing original to say.
And then when I do feel like I have something to say it feels frustrating if no
one is reading it. So there you have it. My cathartic explanation of how
difficult and emotional posting can be. Having said all that, I really don't
know that I have answered the question in my post's title. I guess the answer
is still a work in progress.
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