When I first started blogging, I was anonymous. I always feel the need to recap things for anyone new to this blog, so if you already know everything about my past, skip to paragraph 3. This will be like a choose your own adventure kind of blog post. Except less caves, several less monsters and the adventure will really be a let down.
I started this blog using "Venus" as my pen name. It was all sports, and joke cracking all the time. Saying I had a niche would be an understatement. As I got more posts under my belt, and more readers, I realized hiding behind "Venus" and writing solely about sports was not what I wanted. I wanted to be the face of this blog. So as the weeks turned into months, the niche dissolved and the posts piled up on VTIM, I slowly became Sarah and not Venus. And now, a year and a half later, there is a whole lot of information on this blog. Info about my life, pictures of me, pictures of my friends and family, twelve million dog pictures, lists of things I love, lists of things I hate, insecurities, struggles, and of course, there is still sports talk.
So here we are. I didn't start out with the plan of sharing all of the information, but here I am, sharing all of the information. Well, almost all of the information. *ducks under covers*
Running into old friends from college is downright humorous these days. The catchup time is non-existent because the response to everything they say, or you say is simply, "Oh yeah, I saw that on Facebook!"
So for a 5 post a week blogger, take all that information that the everyday person shares via social media, and multiply it by a billion, with a b. That is a lot of information available to the public.
Bloggers of course come in many shapes and sizes so to speak. Some are married, some are moms, some are lucky enough to be surrounded by the same friends and family they've had their whole life. Then there are of course ones like me. The bloggers that are single, dating, moving to new cities, beginning new chapters in their lives. It is just interesting to think about how all of my life is accessible by typing www.venustrappedinmars.com into an internet browser. Accessible to anyone. Anywhere. Anytime. Accessible to people I've never met. Accessible to people that I've met a handful of times. Accessible to employers. Accessible to people that I used to see every day of my life, but may never see again. Accessible to new friends. Accessible to new boyfriends. Accessible to new people who will all inevitably ask a blogger's least (most?) favorite question, "Are you going to blog about this?"
I was laughing to myself the other day. Can you imagine if you started dating someone new and found out that their ex-girlfriend has a blog? And their world was your oyster. Your oyster filled with stories and pictures. No privacy settings turned on, what so ever. Sheesh, my inner stalker goes bonkers simply by stumbling across a Facebook profile that has neglected to turn on their privacy settings for their album "mobile uploads." But a full blog with their life neatly categorized by date and topic, all a single click away? Wow.
There really isn't a point to this post. We are just all a bunch of weirdos for being so open. Weirdos I adore, for the record. I'm proud of what I slather on these pages, and I wouldn't change a thing. In fact, as my life moves into a new chapter, maybe more face will be put on the internet to forever live on Venus Trapped in Mars. I have zero doubts that I will face lots more struggles, which you know I will share.
But maybe, just maybe, there will be less struggle posts in my future, less need for my favorite hashtag, and instead, more posts with giant grinning emoji faces inserted.