A Work in Progress.

The interesting thing about blogs is that you never know who is reading them. For me, starting this blog was initially a way of documenting the different challenges I was planning to take on over the course of this year. However as I kept writing, the blog seemed to develop a mind of it's own, weaving itself more into tales of self-discovery than of documentation. I suppose in a way that was what I was hoping to accomplish (you know finding myself and all,) but never once did I think I would ever be so revealing.

It's funny because I think for those who actually know me, they know that I have a really hard time talking about my feelings, so to write about some of the issues that have arisen for me in the last year is in fact quite out of character. Believe it or not, prior to starting this blog, I was not really one to be blabbing to the world about all of my crap. Apparently, this is no longer the case. Regardless, it seems that there was a bit of naivete in play here, because while I know there are people out there reading this, it really doesn't feel like there are. It feels like I am just posting out into nothingness...a nothingness that can be quite easily found with just the click of a few buttons.

Truth be told, I guess I hadn't actually thought too much about who could potentially be looking into my life or how much of it could be accessed on-line for that matter. I mean in many ways my blog is pretty self-indulgent at times...a little heavy on the "Jagged Little Pill" if you will. So although I assumed some of my friends to be reading, I don't know that I expected anyone else to be doing so...

My sudden concern around this issue arises mostly because I don't want to be giving the false impression that the topics (and by topics I mean Tony) I cover in this blog completely encompass who I am. Yes, breaking up with him was a very big deal for me and it shaped my life in many ways (see: baggage,) but this incident has not taken over, it does not define me. It is merely a part of my life that I am choosing to process publicly, in hopes that as the year goes on, I will continue filling my life with things that make up [just] me.

After all, everyone is a work in progress...and I am working on progressing.