Who Am I Protecting?

Blogging is a strange pastime. I often wonder why I still try to pursue it.

Recent interactions with people have convinced me, more than ever, that keeping things under my hat makes for more peaceful relationships, so why would I want to share any of my thoughts, observations, or experiences online? On the other hand, where would I (or any of us) be if everyone felt that way? There would be nothing to read, no art to enjoy, and very little of what makes life worthwhile.

“Courage, Merry.”

Eowyn’s simple statement plays in my mind, and brings with it a question: Do I have the courage to write, to really write?