The past few days my writing has been deeply personal, which is fine, but not the sort of reflections appropriate to post online.

Since I’ve always been a proponent of airing your dirty laundry privately, I’ve done just that. Wrote it, read it, then discarded it.

I’ve spoken about that process in an earlier post , there’s no need to detail it here.

Although those entries are gone, there were plenty of seeds within them that will germinate in their due course. It’s those I will be writing about at some point as they coalesce into something solid.

While personal accounts are wonderful as a connection point, especially to those who are going through something similar, it can be incredibly tempting to give up any bit of privacy a person has left.

A person who shares a personal anecdote periodically can capture the emotional capacity of their audience–getting them to recognize the person in front of them is human as well.

Getting too personal… with everything… it’s just not a step I’m willing to make in an online forum.

I share a lot.
I struggle a lot.
I succeed a lot.

But many parts of my personal life still remain my own and I always need to ensure that I draw the line between personal and reflective pieces.

For now, it’s Canada, the weather just turned into real Spring (our fake one had two bouts of snow) and I’m off to enjoy it.