Awhile back I read through the Babble top 50 bloggers. One of the things that pushed people to the top spots was how confessional the blogs were. The more confessional--the higher the rating. One of the bloggers, a self-proclaimed, "recovering" Mormon, had lost her job because she was so...I'm sure she'd use the word candid.
There are times I wish I could be. That I could just lay it all out with no hint of pretense. But that's not really me. If I could be 100% real--raw, some would call it--and it would effect only me, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But I can't do it (and I can't imagine anyone who could) without hurting someone else.
If I tell you all my stuff about the kids--and I'd like to--it could hurt them. This is a public blog after all. Some acquaintance's parent or sibling or even the child themselves, could, I suppose, stumble on this blog and then if there is some sort of incriminating statement, harm my child with my own words.
Sometimes it seems like it would be nice to just air marital issues. Because I'm sure loads of us have similar feelings about our spouses. But, again, I have trouble imagining that helping anyone's marriage, mine included.
There are times that I have so much I wish I could say, but I'm afraid to say any of it. I wish there was a filter I could use and allow the blog to be public, but to only those who won't judge me and will keep obviously private things private. But, of course, that would undo the whole public-access-thing.
I could go private. But that is the kiss of death to any blog.
So I keep the blog tidy even though life is messy.