ANONYMOUS - I DON'T THINK SO!The funny thing about starting this blog was that I never expected anybody to read it. I thought it would be good to have a space online where I could record my thoughts and one day go back and read them - something for posterity was probably my other thought. I didn't use my name or my photo and I thought I was flying under the radar. Even my husband didn't know I'd become a "Blogger".
BLOGGING BUDDIESAs time has gone along, I've been amazed to connect into a giant network of other bloggers who are sharing their lives and encouraging me to share mine. I have gradually gotten braver with time and it's wonderful seeing comments, interacting on Facebook sites and generally making friends all over Australia and the rest of the world.
I still felt safely anonymous because I genuinely believed that none of my family or friends knew I wrote a blog and none of them would be interested in my meandering thoughts even if they knew about them. It was quite a big leap for me to start a Facebook Page for my blog because it would mean some overflow with my personal page and people might wonder what all this Cresting the Hill stuff was. (By now my poor husband had read enough to know that his wife was happily sharing their life all over the internet - and was quietly resigned to the fact!)
LIKE MINDED FRIENDSWhat amazed me was when some of my friends told me they read my blog regularly. A few told me they had very similar experiences with their marriages and with the ups and downs leading up to midlife and where we are today. What??? When did that happen??? You mean I'm not the only midlifer who has weathered a bunch of storms??? What a relief!! And to think I assumed I had complete anonymity....
The next step was my daughter reading stuff and by then I was so used to having my life on display that it didn't matter. I email my kids with anything I'm going to write that mentions them because I'd hate to embarrass them in any way, and they are cool with what their strange mother/mother-in-law does with her spare time. Probably a little bemused occasionally but that's fine too.
AND NOW MY MUM!Now I have reached another milestone......my 75 year old mother has bought herself an IPad and entered the world of cyberspace. First she was surfing Facebook like a pro - she has 'friended' and investigated everyone she is related to, is an IRL friend with, or has travelled with. She is working her way into the wonderful world of Pinterest too. And the other day she asked me how to read my blog!
So, with much fear and trepidation, I sent her a link and she went on a blogging binge. Apparently (after previously mocking my time wasting - "who would read stuff like that") she started reading my posts, and emerged an hour or so later and is now a convert. I'm a bit scared that she'll figure out how to comment and then I might really be in trouble! I also wondered what I'd written about her previously, but I think I'm fairly safe with a Mothers Day post and a couple of other references - I'll soon find out if I'm in trouble! She's sure to hate the photo I've use of her in my header - but I think she's look pretty darn good for a hip and happening, IPad using great-grandmother.
|Mum and me in Barcelona a few years ago|