I came out.
(What a weird, weird expression.)
Before Saturday, the 295 people who liked Lindsay’s List consisted of people I had (mostly) never met.
Online friends. Bloggers. Readers.
Basically no one that knows me in “real life”.
(This excludes some close friends and all my family – they’ve been reading since the beginning and wondering why they can’t look away from this car-crash of a blog.)
I’m not sure why it’s taken me so long to make this blog public.
See. I sleep. Just like you.
I (think) you can tell from my posts and vlogs that I am who I am. In real life and on the blog. So it’s not like I have anything to hide.
Plus, I’m REALLY proud of what I write. Sex jokes and all.
Why did I wait to share my blog with my IRL friends and family???
Fear of rejection? Scrutiny?
The truth is….I don’t really know the reason.
But it just didn’t feel right.
Case in point: Last December, I was in the running to become America’s Next Top Model a Love Grown blogger.
They held a contest to see who could get the most FB votes.
I was thisclose to “coming out” then, because I really wanted to win. And I honestly think I could have won had I really opened up.
But I didn’t.
Well gosh darn it. That’s ridiculous. (Plus, I don’t like losing.)
So I’m coming out.
I’m ready to earn some new readers. To make the most out of this blogging endeavor.
Perhaps most importantly, I KNOW that there are some local readers who could benefit from fitness and health tips. I’m just the spunky certified professional to help them.
Being exposed feels good. I like it.
I’m not looking back.
If you’re a Franklin reader, HI and WELCOME!! Please start commenting and I’ll comment back! “Come out” to ME!
QUESTION: If you’re a blogger, do your RL friends know about your blog? Have you “come out”? Why/why not?