Don’t I know who I am?

I left Facebook recently.*

Since then, I’ve been wondering what someone will find if they want to go looking for me on the interwebs. And I’ve come face-to-face again with the funny situation in the digital world of having a really very, very common name.** As in, there are people in the same town with my name; and there was a person with the same name at my workplace.

Of course, there’s also the ongoing issues with my email address and other people giving it out as their email address (and the weird, weird collection of personal information and potential access that this means I receive) but that’s a whole other convoluted story…

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In conversation (or is it convocation) with the Internet

Lately, I’ve been unsure whether this blog should be public or private, professional or personal.

Personal blogging tends to leave me feeling exposed and vulnerable; professional (or heavily ‘public face’ curated at least) leaves me constrained.

Even more recently, however, I’ve been reminded (by, for example, reading Barbara Browning’s The Gift) that it’s that intersection and interplay and in-between space that I actually really enjoy. That I need to remember it’s not one or the other – it’s never one or the other, even if you kid yourself it is. So I should toughen up and let it be. It means I might disclose too much occasionally and perhaps feel a little embarrassed. It means my ‘public face’ potentially becomes less and less consistent or, if not that, certainly richer and more complex. Which, of course, has both advantages and disadvantages depending on the audience and the moment. Continue reading