Muddling along

A good friend told me I should stop writing my blog as it was getting too personal and might be seen by the wrong eyes. I replied that I didn't care who read it and as it was my blog, why was I wrong to write about personal matters?

The more I thought about it, though, the more I thought that perhaps I shouldn't moan and grumble about the ups and downs of my life, as who wants to read about that? So now I am in a dilemma. Should I simply delete the whole thing? After all, it's a real mish-mash, a mixture of diary, thoughts, snippets, poems and photos. It's come a long way since the outset, when all I intended to blog about was my attempts to find cures for my various ailments.

I had thought that by experimenting with various creams, pills, potions and snake oil, I might be helping others who had dithered about which was the best herbal sleeping pill to buy, or the best ointment for their arthritis. It was going to be a medicinal trial and error log. But other things crept in and now it's a different blog entirely, that doesn't match its title.

So... what do I do? Ditch it and start another? Delete it? Leave it to waft around cyberspace forever? Since starting it, I haven't kept a diary. This blog IS my diary! Yet, at the same time, it isn't, because I feel that certain subjects - especially my relationship - are taboo.

It's a muddle. I'm a muddle. Aaaargh!