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I was recently talking to a fellow blogger about what it is like to blog. Now, for those of you who think blogging is easy, maybe you have never tried it. I am not talking about the pressure to use perfect grammar or spelling in a blog (we all know that I don't care about those things). I am talking about the pressure of writing to a diverse audience, and not just any audience, but a personal one. Some blogs are thoughts, but not necessarily personal thoughts. They might be the person's political, social, or even religous thoughts. But when you write a blog about your personal thoughts, like what is going on in your life, what you are experiencing, who you are meeting, that is when things get complicated. I can longer really write about what I think without the fear of hurting someone. (Does that mean that my real thoughts are hurtful? hmmm)
This blog started off for my family adn close friends to know how I am doing down here. And if you are reading this and you aren't one of those family or close friends that the blog was originally intended for, that's okay. I'm glad you are here. I don't think you'll find anything of much interest in what I have to say. But I have to confess that I am finding it harder to be real in my blog. Part of me says, what the heck, write whatever you want to write and don't take into account who is reading it. But I know that I could never do that. So I am left writing blogs that to me seem distant, ambiguous, boring. The fact that in the previous blog i felt the need to place a disclaimer half way through it shows that I am not free to say whatever I want. So I will try, for the sake of my own desire to be as transparent as possible, to be real adn honest in this blog. To tell you, the reader, what is actually going on. Even if that means exposing my heart a little more than I usually like to. I refuse to write my blogs about just my daily habits (ex. "I went to the supermarket today"). The point of this blog was established long ago, it is to be about my moments with Jesus on this adventure we call life, and that is what I will write about.

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