When I started blogging I surprised myself.
I am a pretty private person. I keep things to myself. I am careful, cautious, sometimes reluctant about sharing bits of myself.
Then I started blogging. I wrote out my feeling and thoughts, sometimes writing things I wouldn't tell my friends. I convinced myself that I was blogging about the kids, not about me. But really, it was both.
I started blogging anonymously. No first name for me, the husband or the kids. I felt safe hiding behind a picture of the boy's ten toes. No one would know it was me.
I am realizing anonymity only lasts so long. Bit by bit I have been outing myself. First meeting some other local bloggers in person, joining Twitter and going to meetups, watching my social circle of local bloggers expand, launching a parenting blog with a friend and writing for it, attending a blogging conference. Every time I introduce myself and say my real name I out myself.
Today we went on television to talk about Kids in the Capital. The host said my name, the camera filmed me, the clip is on Youtube. There is no going back. I am out.
It feels weird. A bit strange. But also good.