I try to be authentic. It’s important to me that I am the same person with everyone I am connected with, whether they are family, friends, or even people I’ve never met but who know *of* me. However, there are some things I just can’t- or rather, won’t- share.
I’ll see blog posts or hear others talk people’s lives. Well, not just about *life* generally but about some specific, special, and sometimes intimate moments that happen in a person’s life. And I’m tempted often to share some of my own special moments that happen within my small family for the sake of being ‘authentic’ and also because frankly I love the romance of storytelling.
But I have to refrain myself sometimes. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with sharing stories and these moments, and I sometimes do. But every time I go to write down one of these special moments, every time I start thinking of the best way to phrase the experience in a way the rest of the world will understand, I remember that part of the reason these moments are so special and so close to my heart is because I only share them with a very select few who experienced them with me.
Moments like worship, like breastfeeding, like sharing an afternoon coffee, like speaking about overwhelming feelings, like holding hands seem so simple. But at the end of the day when I count my blessings, those small moments are the most special, the most intimate, the most sacred. As long as I have these moments, these memories, I am the richest I will ever be.
What moments in your life do you consider ‘sacred’? Do you feel like sharing your own ‘moments’ with friends and family cheapens them, or rather helps you relive the experience? I’m sure there’s not a ‘right or wrong’ when it comes to this, but the answer is probably based on personality and personal experience. 🙂