Exposure and grinning

There are those things in the world that just seem to happen, but if you stop and think about them seriously, they just seem too wonderous to comprehend. Those kinds of things are happening in my world at the moment. The thing is, they’re things that seem too intimate, too special, too wonderous to put on this (public) sphere. This is problematic.

I need to work out in my head what this space is to me, how much I can divulge here, how sacred it is. I was discussing with a friend that I may need to have two blog personas – one completely unknown to anyone I know, and this one. I’m not going to though. I’m going (to try my hardest) to climb out of my own head, get over myself and expose myself (and not in a rude way, get your minds out of the gutter!).

I wonder if I’m convincing myself?

P.S. I have much to tell of a great weekend with fabulous people, a White Trash Party celebrating oh-so-many wonderous things, much blue eyshadow, and a blonde wig. At some point someone asked me if it was true that blondes have more fun. My answer was: "My hair colour makes no difference. I always have fun." This was a completely honest, at-that-moment answer. I couldn't have not had fun, even if I'd tried. My grin was too big.