I never succeeded in writing a real diary. I started at least 5 when I was a little girl, but after 1 or 2 pages I stopped. Now, after all these years I know why. Because I’m a control person (I don’t like the word “freak” in this context) and I didn’t trust the process. Trusting the process is a hard nut to crack for a control person. When I had a diary, I always thought my parents or somebody else would find it, would read it, would ask why I wrote those things, would ridicule it.
While writing this down, I realized how strange this is. Because here I am, writing a blog, readable for the whole world, whereas all those years I didn’t keep a diary because I thought “someone” might read it. Silly isn’t it?
But it does explain why I postponed the start of a blog for such a long time.
And initially, I just wanted a photography blog with some accompanying words, some travel stories maybe. I never thought I would share personal stuff. But publishing photographs is personal too. And by means of my photography, in searching for techniques I found all those fantastic blogs. Some of famous people, but many from people like me. And although I still think: why would anybody want to read my stories, I immediately think: why not?
So, now you know the how’s and why’s. I hope you enjoy a bit what I’m writing and posting here and I thank you for taking the time and the trouble to “click” Chaotic Perfectionist.
And my special thanks to Kim and Xanthe for launching this class, this assignment, it makes a person think things one wouldn’t think about (woeh! that’s a lot of thinking here!)
I love all your visits!