Privacy.
For me - my privacy in the city was an easier guarded commodity than when I grew up in the country.
I talked about my privacy issues with my mom a few years ago... I was not all that shocked to learn that she never thought about "privacy" in respect to the rest of the world when she was raising me and my brother in the 70's and 80's. She had a very easy perception of herself. Nothing to hide really. Never occurred to her. She rarely (if ever) embarrassed herself. She and my dad raised my brother and I in a warm, sort of lovely, New England town. Not farms, but not suburban either. Privacy wasn't an issue for us. Back doors were left unlocked.
My life in big cities for the past 20 or so years has not been about privacy. Seeking it or otherwise.
Privacy has been the result.
Wikipedia says privacy is, among other things, "...the ability of an individual or group to seclude themselves or information about themselves and thereby reveal themselves selectively".
Turns out writing here instead of a vacuum made me hear a voice in my head that was close to who I wanted to be.
I miss here.
I reveal myself selectively. But it's a voice that leads me. Helps me see who I am. Who I want to be.
Can I live with over-sharing anxieties and still live writing and photographing my world? Gonna try.
Privacy and me go deeper than over-sharing journeys. I like to be alone. I have shut people out when I needed them most and I don't know how to stop it. Not all in the name of privacy, but I can't think about my thoughts on privacy and not notice my loner tendencies to my own detriment. Big detriment.
This forum may help me find my voice again.
Finally knowing the one I wanted was yours...
