Recently, I switched my Facebook profile to the Timeline format. I resisted the change for awhile, thinking that it was better if some parts of my last few years remained in deep-storage. But I knew that FB was going to force me onto Timeline soon enough anyways, so I decided it was time to set it up.
As I looked over at the early months of 2011, I was surprised at just how excited I was at everything I was experiencing–so many new places, new friends, roadtrips, adventures. Wow (funny how I’d even forgotten many of the details, and just how close together many of those events actually occurred). I was a woman who was simply thirsty for everything–I think I must’ve hardly slept at all, I was moving and evolving so fast as I shed the trappings of marriage and everything else that had been holding me back..
But…perhaps what’s been most interesting to me about perusing the timeline and considering just how much my life has changed in the interim, is my near-silence about some important people that I met then–most specifically the person that I dated for many months, and who is now an integral part of my daily life.
And…I still don’t have a lot to share here (or on Facebook) on that topic.
Of course he’s a quiet presence in many of my tales and tweets and photos, and many of my “in-real-life” friends and extended family members have become acquainted with him over the past year.
But I find it a hard balance to share my personal life–a space intimately shared with my children and my partner–and my desire not to erode the singular identity that’s come at such a price over the past few years. Added to that, is the fact that I no longer need the validation that comes from sharing certain personal happenings in a public venue. Maybe that will change over time, but for now it feels right…
