No matter where I blog it seems I always have a bit of an inner struggle with compartmentalization. At the parenting blog it was the fact that I had things to say not having anything even remotely to do with my children. Here it is the fact that this site also house my clips, my contact information, my career.
The editors I work with, after all, probably do not give a rat’s tiny behind that I had my haircut, that it looks like it was hacked off by a four year-old, that I’ve gone off the meds, that my dog won’t stop licking my other dog’s ass, or that I don’t know what to make for dinner tonight. I’m not sure they’re particularly interested in the fact that the autumn season makes me nest like a bird in spring time or that I’m really, really tired of liberal whining and conservative bull shit.
And yet, I am. I have. And yes, the dog does.
I have always had an incredible admiration for the people who blend business and pleasure on one site seamlessly; without worry. I have never quite understood them, but I have admired. And then, today as I made the daily rounds to their sites it hit me. They are not blending business and pleasure, their business is pleasure. There is no issue with compartmentalization because their business is pleasure, their work is their life and dammit! I want that. So why, why do I keep shutting an entire portion of who I am out?
I blame the OCD portion of the personality.
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