But I didn't.
I should have known when Heather asked the 27 ladies at Cupcake '10 why they blogged that her question would be the raindrop that overflowed the flood gates* drenching us all in emotion so thick it was hard to move from our circle of chairs at times.
Because, if you know bloggers -- bloggers who happen to be women, that is -- you realize Heather's question wasn't really about only blogging.
Her question may have seemed simple and straightforward, but you cannot ask a woman
So many shared stories. Some of these women -- some complete strangers until that afternoon -- divulged more than just the headlines of their lives -- told the story of their lives, unraveling a little more of their hearts with every sentiment expressed.
I don't think any of us expected to be sitting in that circle for the two hours we did. But we should have known.
Because, honestly, I cannot remember the last time someone asked about me. You know, not about my boys or my husband or me the mother/business owner/wife/babywearing leader -- but me holistically. Me solely. All of me -- that person I've spent my whole life discovering all while adding and subtracting different titles that either fit or didn't fit all of me. Not just about what I do but who I am. And I have this feeling, based on so many heartfelt, honest responses, that most of the other women in that room hadn't been asked about themselves in a really long time -- or maybe ever.
And, nearly every woman, realizing that, seemed to speak so genuinely from her heart. And for each woman genuity sounded so different yet so similar. We laughed deep soul-laughs until our eyes watered. And we cried painful, heartfelt tears. And we nodded vigorously in agreement. And we leaned forward, eyes wide, surprised. And we closed our eyes and felt our arms tingle in goosebumps as we related. And we gulped back lumps in our throats as we listened and let each others' words sink deep. I'm incredibly privledged to have listened to your stories.
As I shared, I gave more than what I normally give here on my blog. I gave my unedited heart. I gave my unrevised story. I gave the real me. The whole me. The authentic me. The me God so lovingly hand-crafted, not the one I've tried to create. The me who doesn't speak quite as eloquently as she writes because well, I'm a writer, not a public speaker.
It was terrifying and freeing. Strange and lovely. Complex and simple.
And it was real.
As I drank in the stories others told, I also realised I had been neglecting something really essential -- my gift to not just tell my stories but stories of other people, usually the ones who have meak voices.
So as we continue to share life together through our blogs and Twitter, I look forward to sharing more of the unscripted, unedited, hand-crafted-by-God me as well as the stories of others who need an outlet.
And I'm looking forward to knowing the unscripted, unedited, hand-crafted-by-God you. So won't you tell me; why do you blog?
**Much like Maggie's post made it impossible for me to not write about this experience.