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Over the last couple of days Maxabella has blogged about ‘keeping it real’.

About the images portrayed through blogs, through the media, through magazines ect.

The question is, how much of yourself do you want to reveal? 

I started my blog in March of this year.  It was designed to give people a bit of a giggle.  Real life stories about the silly, crazy ‘stuff’ that I do or that happens to me.  A bit of fun.

My blog changed at the end of June.  Some of you might have noticed.

The reason?  Well, when I started it I was happy. I knew (or thought I knew) the direction my life was going in.  I had something I didn’t even know I’d been missing.

I felt guilty when my blog took a downward spiral.  I felt like I wasn’t giving people what they signed up for.  I think I pretty much said so at the time and the response I got was great.

People don’t want fluff all the time.  People want to know a little bit about the person behind the fluff

I recapture the fluff from time to time but it's mixed now with more serious posts and of course my writing for WoW..

But it still leaves us with the question of how much is too much?

I’ve written one post that I didn’t publish.  I’m glad I didn’t, I made the right decision.

I’ve also talked about FB a couple of times.  I rarely put anything on there that isn’t designed to at least hopefully raise a smile.

Last night I posted:  

sometimes there is no reward or challenge ……….. just adversity

It was a bastardised version of something someone said relating to me a while ago.  I turned it around, changed it, made it my own.  My version actually ended up with the opposite meaning to the original statement.

It wasn’t designed to raise a smile.  I was a reflection on how I was feeling.  Being faced with adversity and struggling to see the solutions.

Knowing how much I hate the ‘leading status update’ why did I do it?

I don’t know.  Thinking out loud, looking for answers, a cry for help?  Yes, no, maybe …….

A small part of me was tempted to publish some photos which would have gone a long way to explaining everything.  A small part of me is tempted to post them here.  But I haven’t and I doubt I will.  Sorry, enigmatic again I know which if I were you I’d be really pissed off about but  now isn’t the right time, maybe sometime will be, I don’t know.

I was smiling by the end of the evening though.  I didn’t explain what had prompted the FB status but the advice I got was maybe exactly what I needed.

So, if in the next photo you see of me I am wearing studded marigolds with fuck you tattooed across my knuckles just know, it’s because I have ……….

P-U-R-E-F-U-C-K-I-N-G-S-T-Y-L-E!