So, Ian tagged me with the question What relaxes you? He did this, this tagging, days ago. And I haven't responded because I am paralyzed by the question.
People—certain people, lately—have been confused by my blogging and have wondered directly to my little blogging face why I choose (in their words) to "reveal" so much about myself and my family. I believe the exact query was, "Why? Why do you do it?" This struck me as a touch dramatic. As if I wander the streets of my neighborhood naked every Thursday between 1 and 3 pm, and I've posted fliers on the telephone poles to let everyone know. There's a big difference between laying bare my heart (which, hi, I do not do) and sharing my irrational fear of large birds. But, I have to admit that this person's apparent deep concern gave me pause. Do I say too much?
Now, thanks to Ian, I realize that I do not. And I know that for sure because...I'm not comfortable answering the question, "What relaxes you?"
At least not here in my blog.
Which, by the way, is a place I come to relax.
*strikes the kickin'-it-on-the-front-stoop pose*