The Shallow End
As you might have noticed, I’ve had some infrequent posting over the past few months. That’s partly due to the holidays and my prolonged lack of focus and concentration, but there’s also another reason.
On that note, another thing you might have noticed with recent posts is that many lack “depth.” Recent posts lack meaty content. They lack insight, honestly, and bluntness, things that first made 344 Pounds popular so many years ago.
If you thought I’ve been “holding back,” then you’re right. I have been.
This blog has become a monster in terms of traffic. Thousands of strangers from all over the world read it every day. Thousands of people are also subscribed to get my new posts delivered directly to their e-mail. It’s all so humbling, but it’s not scary. I don’t mind telling strangers my deepest, darkest fears and revelations and thoughts on life, weight loss, and everything in between.
I’ve been doing it since January of 2009.
Having said that, knowing that thousands of strangers read my blog posts doesn’t make me flinch. Knowing, however, that dozens of people I do know and see on a regular basis read the blog does. When I sit down and write a blog post, I’m thinking about who might read it. Think about it.
Friends. Neighbors. My mom. Moms from t-ball. People who work for me.
Hopefully this analogy works, but I’m kind of like an emotional porn star — except my friends and family get to
watch read. Sure, I don’t get naked for the camera and send it to my neighbors (their loss, really), but I still reveal everything. I spill my thoughts and fears and beliefs, unfiltered and unafraid, for the world to read.
Or that’s what I used to do.
I miss that. I’m going back to it. Whatever the costs, I’m going to go back to revealing everything. As of today, there’s nothing that’s off limits.
No more holding back.