There's this great story I've told before, about Carrie's little sister. When she was a little kid and at the age of trying to sneak out of bed at bedtime, she once put her hands over her eyes and walked brazenly through the middle of the living room. She thought if she couldn't see her parents, they couldn't see her. I've often said the internet is like that - we think/talk/act as though privacy exists, when in reality the internet is anything but private.
Even so, lately I've linked this blog to other networks. The result? I opened my eyes, saw who was staring back, and clammed up. Before now the only measurement I've ever had of my readership are the half dozen phone calls/ emails I get every week that begin with "I saw on your blog ..." This weekend reiterated it, but I've felt the restraint for a little while. This blog will still be public, of course, but I want to be more open here than I am on other social networking sites. I'm simply not that comfortable with people I knew in the third grade reading that much about my life.
So I'm de-linking. If you know me from church, or playgroup, or Facebook, and connect in some way to what I write here, please add me to your Google Reader, or favorites, or whatever tool you use to follow other sites. If you're interested in sticking around, please do. Things are about to liven up around here.