Funny how when you’re thinking about a particular topic, chances are, there is someone else out there thinking the very same thing.  Doing my daily sweep of my favorite blogs this morning, I came across Momma Sunshine’s post on perception. It was as if she took the words straight from my mouth!

After writing yesterday’s post on the public vs. private “me” I began to wonder if my post came across the way I wanted it too – not in an “I’m ashamed” if my “real life” friends/family find my blog, or that I misunderstood how transparent blogging is, at it’s very root, or that I am clueless to the fact that my blog can be pretty easily found, if someone wanted to (it’s not like my name isn’t in it, or I don’t use a real email address to post comments to others blogs) – but as it was intended, the struggle with exposing my inner thoughts and feelings to an audience that perhaps I am not intending. And at the core of that is just that – it is a struggle, and it’s one you can’t really control. And that’s the chance you take with blogging, isn’t it? So, I feel at peace with how I go about mashing (or not mashing, as the case may be) my personal and professional “me.”

Another reason why Momma Sunshine’s post struck me is because I am also constantly in amazement at perception, in general. My own sense of perception of things has become so much more evident and strong and clear over the last year, that I tend to notice when people lack perception and/or hindsight on a daily basis. In a way, it frustrates me when people don’t “get” it, or jump to conclusions, rather than think more broadly, or allow themselves to think beyond what they’ve always known. I’ve blogged on this topic quite a bit (namely, here, here, here and here) and while others in my life and in my blog “family” might have their own interpretation of what I write, or of me, or of their approach to life and getting through obstacles, I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing, and in Momma’s words:

And so, all I can do is keep blogging. I will continue writing about the things that are on my mind, the things that are happening in my life. Some people will relate. Some people will understand me. Some people will read my words and know who I am through them. Other people, either through accident or design, will get a completely different view of who I am. I can’t be responsible for that.

Those who know and love me, know…and that’s really all that matters.