The Aftermath

Posted on | May 29, 2014 | 6 Comments

Lately I’ve been feeling trapped by this space… trapped by the fact that people read, trapped by the fact that people know me. I have felt scared of the words I place here, being meticulous to say them in just the right way, to frame them in exactly the right light. I’ve been so concerned with how I come across… how I appear to be, that I’ve lost sight of who I am, or maybe who I was…. at least, at most who I meant to be when I decided to write here in this little non-descript corner.

It was meant to be an outlet… a creative zone for me to remember what it felt like to write daily; to pour my thoughts out onto a page the way I used to in a diary or journal. It was meant to be a safe place to just be. And when I got divorced, it was my safe place. People commented that I shared too much, that I was too honest with my emotions but honestly I didn’t care. I just wanted to get them out and to feel, even momentarily, less burdened by the weight of sadness that hovered on my shoulders.

But being honest came with a price… it came with a giant sign of TRAIN WRECK that brought in people who hadn’t read before. It brought in “strangers” to my little spot of the internet and even worse, it turned me into someone who wanted to please the people who read. I wanted to make sure they stayed, you know. I wanted to make sure they thought I was special or unique or at least awesome in some way or fashion. I started to write, thinking about the reader instead of writing for the sake of my soul.

And honestly?

I hate writing for a reader.

I think writing for a reader makes me less honest. It makes me wonder if what I say will offend or annoy or hurt the people who read. And I don’t want to care, no offense, about how YOU feel about my writing. I want to care about how I feel about it.

And in the aftermath of my divorce, I have not felt good about my writing.

I have felt hindered by my desire to please you, the people reading. I’ve felt hindered by knowing who reads, by getting the emails and text messages that say “Read your blog today.” I’ve felt hindered by the Facebook shares and the people here in my own town who have reached out and said “Love your blog.”

So from here on out, I’m going to forget about you guys. I don’t want to worry about SEO or tag words or stats or any of that crazy nonsense. I don’t want to plan posts or write and re-write to make it the exact way I think you’ll want to read it.

As far as I’m concerned, you don’t exist…. because this is my space. And if I offend or annoy or hurt feelings, well… then… so be it. Because if I don’t have this space for me, then there’s no point in really having it at all.


6 Responses to “The Aftermath”

  1. @TheNextMartha
    May 29th, 2014 @ 9:24 am

    I love your words. <3

  2. Lola M.
    May 29th, 2014 @ 5:05 pm

    Standing up at my desk … laughing and throwing my fist in the air … you go!

  3. Roxanne Piskel
    May 29th, 2014 @ 6:33 pm

    I don’t exist. It’s true. Write for YOU. That’s when I love your words the most.

  4. Alecia
    May 29th, 2014 @ 7:49 pm


  5. Laura Payette
    May 29th, 2014 @ 9:44 pm

    Well said — rock on with your bad self!

  6. Jackie Henson
    June 2nd, 2014 @ 12:24 am

    Yay! Go LM for reclaiming you’re space just for you 🙂 I am happy to be a reader in your little part of the web <3

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