I sometimes struggle with how much of my life I want to put out here, available to the masses. When I first started this blog, it was a secret. I was the only one who knew about it. I told no one. It was my space to talk about running, because most of my IRL friends were tired of hearing about it.
Then it all changed. I started posting more about myself, my real world life. I accidentally told one coworker about it. And then they all knew.
Most of the time I don’t care who reads it, who knows. Because frankly, I find it strange that these coworkers would even want to read it. Most of them don’t run. I think I’m fairly transparent and tell people things about my life. So I feel like it’s oddly voyeuristic that they are reading this.
But when they talk about my blog posts behind my back? That’s not cool. When they make fun of them and try to make me feel bad for what I post? It makes me not want to post. Or to change my URL so they can’t find it anymore.
I’m 31 years old. I thought the days of mean girls and boys were over. Middle school and high school were traumatic enough. Don’t add to it as adults.
Sigh. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t want to censor myself. And I like my blog name. Stay tuned folks!
Runnin' Down a Dream 