The last couple of days I've been having doubts about this blog.
Last year I started this space to keep my friends overseas and interstate updated on my new life in Sydney.
Since then, it's grown and I've had the blessing of meeting like-minded people all around the world. Reading blogs inspires me so much and I love the thought that sometimes I may inspire others, too. I love reading all of your comments. I get so much joy and support from the words of people I have never met, but feel connected to in some way.
Initially when I realised that there were more people reading this than just my family and friends, I felt nervous about some of my posts. Are they blog worthy? Will people find them boring? Will they think I'm silly for posting certain things? I told myself that I wouldn't worry about this and that I would always keep the blog honest, true and (mainly) positive.
But lately other thoughts about blogging have crept into my mind. Bad ones. Is it safe to post pictures of my child on the internet? Am I not discreet enough about our location? I know that everyone that reads this is a good and honest person, but I also know that there must be some weirdo's out there and the thought of them looking at my little girl makes me sick. I can't even continue that train of thought. PB pointed out to me that there are weirdo's in real life too, and you can't live life being afraid. This is true, but if anything bad ever happened, I would never ever forgive myself.
This post is grim, I know. But I can't apologise because I promised I would be true and honest, and I don't think I could write anything else without sharing this first.
iPhone pictures from this morning's walk. No matter how often I see them I love a good shoe photo.