Getting Nothing But Wishing For More

The universe gave me a wonderful surprise last night, and brought my dear Jenny home earlier than I was expecting. Poor jet-lagged Jenny has had to suffer through my excitement of her return, all without falling asleep.

The last ten days were okay. Proof that I could live alone if I wanted, I just choose not to. Thanks to everyone who made sure I wasn’t a shut in and to those who invited me out (even if it was to a surprise date) and fed me. I managed to survive, and the loneliness was only minimal.

Oh. My. Good. Heavens. We did it. After a long week of insanity, from everyone and everything, it is finally Friday, and the first long weekend of the summer. I have no definitive plans, but it is just good to know that we only have to suffer through four days next week.

There are a lot of blogs that I read regularly. Yesterday, one of my favourites, and often updated, brought up a good point. Read the post here.

I have been toying with the idea of posting a link to my blog on my facebook page. Sure this might not be a big deal, after all how many people are really reading my profile, but Jenny and I have been incredibly surprised with the response and increased traffic to Jenny’s blog after she casually mentioned it on her facebook profile.

So should I allow everyone from relatives to old high friends enjoy the ramblings of my life, both the good and the bad? After all as the blog that inspired this post says:

Naturally. I've been writing this site for six years come July and it's as much a part of me as where I live or my phone number. Only, more so, because unlike my zip code, it doesn't change every few years

Or is this a privilege just reserved for a select few?

The other blog carries on:

And lately, I've been wondering more and more if having a public life doesn't present a very real threat to my private one.

Tell me what you think.