It feels so antiquated to begin a post with a quote or definition. It takes me back to my middle school dazes (days) where I began essays with clichés such as “a great man once said…”. While this was true then, today I’m more prone to cite a great woman.
Similar to my last post, “My Craft”, I’m still getting back into the swing of writing. However, I want this space to be free for me. I want to truly be able to be myself. Nowadays the term “safe space” seems to be thrown around so often that the essence is lost in the ruble of articles, think pieces, and endless commentary.
This is a safe space. A safe space to think. A safe space to create. A safe space to be free. A safe space to me.
Recently a co-worker wanted to know my social media handles. I hesitated. In the moment I argued that by directly saying my social media handles I was stealing said co-worker of the joy of discovering me on his/her own. That wasn’t totally the truth.
In regards to work-life balance, why must my social media be an extension of my work-self? Why can’t the employee just be the employee and the person just be the personn? In HGTV terms (I love this network!), why must my life be an open concept plan to any and every one? So now the person can be standing in the kitchen, office, living room, and foyer of my life?
I hope this analogy made sense. Shrek said it best: “Ogres are like onions; we both have layers”. Not everyone gets to see all my layers. In the past, I’ve used my blog to send subliminal messages to those around me, a mistake I shall not repeat. In order for me to fully be myself, within this safe space, I am choosing not to tell my coworkers about this.
If you are my coworker and you have discovered my blog, welcome. It’s the fine line between being private and being secretive. I’m not being secretive and lying that I don’t have a blog. I’m just being private about who gets access.
Sit down, get comfortable, and enjoy myself space with me. Sidetone: Shout out to the photo collage of me, that is also very throw back for me.