I was thinking this morning in the shower (as we all do). I was thinking about the media, and the general coverage of things, and how many news channels there are, and how many different ways there are to get information besides television.
Some people are self professed Facebook creepers. They never post, they rarely comment. If they want to comment they will text you their comment.
Others are oversharers. I’ve seen (not kidding) women announcing where they are in their monthly cycle, people posting a positive pregnancy test with urine visible on the stick, women (and men) getting plaster molds of parts of their bodies, and stained laundry.
I share a lot of my life. A lot. Part of it is because I am proud of my family, my accomplishments, and myself. I know that in those moments when I don’t feel so great about myself, it’s ok, too. It’s all part of who I am. I am comfortable sharing that. I’m neither a creeper or a period poster. I think I fall somewhere in between.
There are things I’ve never shared publicly. Some personal health issues, a scare when Elise was a few weeks old, and pictures of Hank. Outside of my parents and husband, only my best friend has seen him. These are things I keep private. You won’t find me delving into details on Facebook.
I’ve seen the Broadway musical Cats a few times as a child. According to the story, cats have three names- one everyone knows, one only cats know, and one only they know. Even animals (or at least great playwrights) know it’s important to keep something tucked in your heart.
It’s ok if you want to share whatever it is that you want to share. That’s the beauty of social media, and online news, and how we live in a world of 24/7 coverage of just about everything and everyone. While you won’t find me doing naked maternity pictures with strategically placed scarves over myself, if that’s you’re thing, then go for it. I just hope that there is something else that you keep private (and I’m not talking about what’s under the scarf).