Last night I wrote and published a post called "My cruisy awesome week in Instagram pictures!" And then unpublished it after an hour. It did not contain any actual Instagram pictures, I was being ironic.
It was not a particularly bad or telling post ... no more then any other bad or telling post I've written here.
Did you hear the story of this chick who started a blog that got so big it almost ate her? It's a doozy.
When you read a blog, you are reading a filtered view of the world. The honesty and truth shown, the stories, the ache ... it's all relative and subjective. I could say the same thing in twenty different ways, each with a different slant and spin.
I am the protagonist of this blog. It is my life and my story that I choose to tell here. Why I do this, I am not exactly sure.
So here, while I work a few things out ... and to be doubly-ironic ... here really *is* my week in photos.
Lerner, I'm posting it to you.
Mochamomma loved it straight away and will be using it for her series on race.
So. There we go ... a nice, light post. Too easy!