I started a new job several months ago. I should write about it more, except, 1). it’s not really that exciting and 2). in today’s “out there” world (of which I am clearly a part of by just doing this) I don’t want anything to come back to bite me.
However, I was challenged a couple of days ago. A recently hired (I’m already an “old guy” at work due to high turnover and an actual hiring spree!) co-worker mentioned her blog. I asked where it was. She was coy and didn’t tell me, though she bragged at how locked down her online life is (again, unlike me right here). So, I took it as a challenge.
She was impressed that it took me an hour to discover her blog. Pretty sneaky, that gal. I told her I found it, she was a bit creeped out, yet impressed and we carried on. She talked about how, perhaps she should examine her posts and make some changes (deletes, perhaps?!) so I don’t get to know her too well…
Ok. I figured it would happen. The tables always turn. The next day, she told me of her voyeuristic journeys into my life… yeah, a bit creepy. She found me on facebook, and as far as I can tell, she didn’t go further. A simple search on my name will get you to this. First page on google. And I’m not that SEO oriented! But she will “find me”, in time.
A simple journal to capture my thoughts which started some 4+ years ago now becomes a telescope, on one hand, and a microscope on the other, into my life. It’s “out there”.
I was once asked why I put myself out there that much. I guess, the “writer” in me wants people to read. It’s a vanity thing. Also, writing helps keep my writing skills sharp (duh). Finally, I generally have written to document; to provide an opportunity for my kids to know what I was thinking. They don’t care now, but as my friend Nathan has remarked, he would love to know what his dad was thinking (then) when he was Nathan’s age (now).
So, there it is. I find. I’m found.
