Dear friend,
I don’t know if others feel this way, but I’m constantly re-evaluating how much I want to share online.
On one hand, I want to be authentic. I want to draw upon what is vulnerable; even if a blog post does not seem personal, it grew from the heart. I never want to seem like a fake, inaccessible person writing from a place of false belief. I want to relate with people on a personal level, even if that level is why we enjoyed the same book.
But I’m also concerned about online privacy (I wrote about this here) and even those who know me in person know I can take time to open up. I do not always readily share information, especially if I don’t know someone very well.
I no longer use Instagram, which cuts down on sharing aspects of my life, but I also miss the genuine connection social media can bring. The opportunity to be inspired by those with similar aspirations or beliefs, even if you don’t live near each other, is incredible.
With this in mind, something I want to prayerfully consider this year is connection and community, both in person and through my writing. Despite blogging being “a dying art”, there is still room to relate to others. I’m not ready to lose it just yet.
Earlier this year I wrote about not feeling the usual excitement or change January typically brings. Now, two months later, I still don’t love the idea of resolutions but I have been thinking about what I can invest in this year. Relationships is a big one, and I’m looking forward to applying this both in person and through my writing. When I started this newsletter, I hoped it would be a way of connecting more with people and having a space that felt conversational and accessible in a way my blog might not.
So, please feel free to respond to this email. Let me know how you connect with others, and if online, I would like to know how you find that experience and whether you think technology helps us or hinders us in our relationships.
Sarah xx
Currently listening: Head on Fire by Griff and Sigrid
Currently reading: The Island of Doctor Moreau by H.G. Wells
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