Many of you are quite affirming and uplifting to me, telling me that you read my blog as often you do a newspaper, even if you don't always comment. Many of you have said that you feel you know me quite intimately because you follow me on here.
Such words place a warm fuzzy on my heart and put a smile on my face.
But blogging isn't all crumb cakes and cherry dumplings.
Some of you are quite negative toward me also, exasperated by what I share, scolding me for being so open and making myself so vulnerable.
But is it vulnerability that I have or does it take strength to be so true?
Some of you are terrified of ever being mentioned here, and thus avoid me altogether.
Some of you will think you've got me completely figured out, simply because I share a bit of myself in print. And others will be too afraid to take a step at knowing me more because you're already overwhelmed by the portion of myself that I make public here.
Still others will simply refuse to read it because they demand a more authentic experience of me.
So this blog, you see, is both an attractant and a repellent. Together these form a filter, and for this, perhaps I should be grateful.
I do wonder--if I should be so lucky as to recognize my future husband one day--how he will regard my writing.
But I can't deny who I am, nor apologize for it. I am a mathematician by day but a writer by night, and it is the latter persona that helps me make sense of this world in which I live.
My whole life, I have always been transparent, and I certainly won't be stopping now. It is a beautiful burden which I am only too thankful to carry. :-)
