When I started this blog, I realized that it would expose me in a much different light than what others have perceived me in over the years. I was ok with it. I never put myself on a pedestal anyway. You did. People ask all the time if I’m afraid that people will assume that all of my blog experiences are about me. Some are. Some aren’t. That’s for me to know and for you to take an educated guess at. Either way, it has absolutely NOTHING to do with me. Assume away. By the time I hear the fabricated stories with details that I didn’t provide, it will be old news.
When asked the key to being transparent yet still maintaining privacy? Being subliminal.
sub lim i nal (adjective):
- (of a stimulus or mental process) below the threshold of sensation or consciousness; perceived by or affecting someone’s mind without their being aware of it
Now granted I’m a social butterfly and Lord knows I love anyone that supports my craft, but only those that truly know me, know me. Not only based on what they see or read online. I’m simply relatable. Dassit. Some days I’m a saint. Most days I ain’t. Sometimes I’m a sweetheart but don’t make me wake my savage up. 21.21. Being subliminal allows me to share without ruining my professional reputation or the lives of those associated with me.
You know how the saying goes. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.” Friends, I dare you to challenge that. How about if you don’t have anything nice to say, write it down? And I just write things in a way that gets the point across without saying much at all.
How sweet it truly is to be able to play with words. If you’re a writer, you know exactly what I mean. It can be both a blessing and a curse. Either you’re too wordy or your words go over everyone’s head.
So why not just say it witcha chest?
Well. Because I have bills. I have a job I need. I have friends. I have family. The last thing I need is backlash threatening the very things that I hold near and dear to my heart.
Fun fact: I hate rejection. Then again most people do. How dare you not want to cuff me? Do you know how many options I have? How dare you turn me down for this job? Did you peep those credentials? And don’t get me started on work. Hey it happens. This is the place that I come (and I want you to come) to relax, relate and release. I’m doing better in 2018 at accepting rejection……..I just eat it and spit it out in the form of words.