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Have you ever dragged a stick through the warm weight of sand; etching a line to declare a boundary in a boundless space?  This is where my thoughts are today.  I keep debating what I share and where.  Specifically, I am struggling with the vast space of the internet.

It took me a while to join facebook.  I would wander on my husband’s account seeking out familiar faces, curious but cautious.  When I opened an account my friends were largely friends whose paths crossed mine consistently throughout the course of my days.  I added a few family members in an effort to stay in touch and eventually sought out a few faces from the past.  Somewhere between intentional additions I had also accepted acquaintances as friends.  The lines between people I knew casually and those I share openly were blurred making me uncomfortably aware of each sharing.  I edited my friends in an effort to control with whom I shared freely, but there exists a subtle, lingering discomfort at the ease with which we accept strangers as friends into our lives.

The more I sought boundaries within facebook, I cast my eyes to the newly formed space of my blog.  Finding joy in writing I shared this piece of myself carefully with only those I trusted with my thoughts; friends and family.  I have attempted to capture glimpses of my children and reflect openly on my thoughts.  Now I wonder if sharing so freely in this space is appropriate?

Today I am unraveling doubts to find my way as I struggle with boundaries.