Pictures

I'm back at the coffee shop and there is a girl sitting by one of the walls with her camera phone taking pictures. One of the things that I sometimes wonder is how many pictures I am just in the background of. I know, random, but a thought nonetheless. Maybe I am the only person who has ever wondered that...

So, what is the point of a blog? Is it so that people can follow what you are up to in your life? To read about what you are learning, experiencing, seeing, believing? What if you just kind of want to write, not necessarily with anyone in mind? Like you secretly want people to read what you are writing, but you also just want to keep it to yourself. As much as you can keep things to yourself when you post it on the internet! Then again, maybe that's just me. Who knows.

I am insanely private...really only telling people what I want them to know. Which makes the idea of a blog a little odd. But anyway, I don't know how to fully let people in. It's frustrating, and I am not saying that as a copout, that is the truth. And what does it look like to walk through life with other people? Do I really want to let people in? I know that I have built walls up in order to protect myself. I have been hurt/burned too many times in the past. So there's the whole walking through that process. And I know that there are probably other people that can walk with me, but honestly, I don't know that I want that.

So that's probably sharing more of my heart than I had originally intended, but it makes it a little easier when there is not someone sitting across from me staring at me. So, I still feel safe...somewhat anyway.