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She found doing a blog to be a very scary endeavor. And hard work.

She enjoyed it: The writing. The editing. The posting.

But it was the thought of “sharing” that worried her. At the same time, she knew that that was the whole point of blogging.

It wasn’t the concept of sharing, per se, that caused her angst. She had learned how to share a long time ago. It was the thought of making herself vulnerable. Not even of making herself vulnerable to total strangers. But rather, of making herself vulnerable to those whom she knew. And trusted most.

It made no sense.

Then again, there was little about her life that made any sense.

She took a deep breath. And pulled another log out of the logjam. There were so many of them! Stacked up, piled up, groaning, squeaking, trembling, yearning to be free.

This was her mission, then, to untangle the logjam. Log by log. And those who knew her – the very ones whom she trusted most – were OK with that.

Or not. In the end, all that mattered was that she get those goddamned logs moving downstream once and for all.

Heave, ho!