The Real Me?

Song on my mind... "Speed" by Paul Oakenfold from the Swordfish soundtrack.

With each journal entry, I constantly ask, "How much do I reveal about myself and my life?" I think I can be prohibitively self-conscious. I find myself censoring and editing out the more private or "shameful" parts, leaving a very sanitized and unreal self-portrait. If I were writing under an untraceable pseudonym, I would probably speak with a more natural and brutally honest voice. That, though, seems like an easy out, and I apparently nixed that option by using my real name for the domain.

It gets back to who I think my audience may or may not be. For all intents and purposes, I am writing this for myself first and complete strangers second. The people I'm not writing this for are my family, my coworkers, and my past acquaintances. I'm not so naive as to think they will never stumble across this site. That is why my writing and what I say must balance honesty and openness with common sense and sensitivity.