The Boundaries of Blogging
Dig through the archives of the blog and you’ll find that I have tested the boundaries of blogging on multiple occasions. I have written posts that were taken from darker places of my soul and those that light up my heart. Read my words and learn things that I have never shared with those who are closest to me. Discover truths about Jack that are perhaps better left unsaid among polite company. Recognize that sometimes I write from happiness and sometimes hurt.
These words I write here are sometimes the best example of my own humanity. These words I write are where I let down my guard and allow unfettered access to places that no one gets to see. It is not always easy to read what I have written. Not because it is riddled with grammatical errors and or spelling mistakes. I rarely say moot when I mean to use mute or make similar mistakes. It is hard because sometimes I read these words and see something raw and unpleasant.
The blog is daylight shone upon darkness. It is where I am forced to confront broken promises and dreams that remain unfulfilled. It is where I air out and explore my dark side.
But it is also filled with happy thoughts, silly stories and unabashed optimism about the future. Interspersed among the painful places are those that are filled with the sort of joy that makes my heart sing and my spirit soar. Goofy, I know but it is what is. Still, I haven’t forgotten that there are boundaries that are probably best observed and not ignored. So some stories are never told nor hinted at. Some pieces of Fragments of Fiction are complete fabrications that have no basis in fact and are mere fantasy.
This blog is what it is, but whatever that “is” is, I like it.