"My own belief is that one regards oneself... as an instrument for experiencing. Life - all of it - flows through this instrument and is distilled through it into works of art. How one lives as a private person is intimately bound to the work. And at some point, I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth. If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of feeling, guilt, joy, the slow freeing of the self to its full capacity for action and creation, both as human being and artist, we have to know all we can about one another, and we have to be willing to go naked." --May Sarton
i can't even describe the fear that slowly rises through my chest as i consider these words and the vulnerability they suggest.
the problem is, i agree with them one hundred percent.
but the panic that envelops me belies the fact that i have been totally unable to do this. get naked. vulnerable.
this is an anonymous blog, because i have felt unable to interact with certain people over all this thrashing, and so i hide this way.
there is the hiding, and, on the other hand, there is the safety of anonymity that does allow me to bare my most vulnerable spots, and so this is some of the most honest writing i have ever shared in my life.
so there is either the held-back, acceptable one, connected to my name.
or the anonymous let-it-all-out one.
i have occasionally considered letting people know this is my blog. but then i think about how they reacted to my last vulnerable post on the blog linked to my name, and i shudder. i couldn't.
or could i?
**** update: [9 months later] i did****