Proceed with caution: this post hasn’t been edited nor proofread. It is an exercise in free writing.

I spent so much time thinking about what to write, or rather what not to write, that much of what goes through my mind goes to the recycle bin. I guess that’s the curse of signing your blog posts with your own name.

I remember the time I had my very first blog. Although many friends knew of it and were aware that the author behind it was myself, the fact that the rest of the world did not know of my real identity was much of a “soulagement”.

Then, I moved to the USA. Closed my old blog on which I had spent so many hours, deleting all the posts (something I am now sorry of – there was some really quality work there!), and then, not too long after, decided I couldn’t continue without blogging. That’s how I created BohemianTranscendence.

“A writer must write what he has to say, he cannot speak it.” Ernest Hemingway.

So true.

The decision to post using my name and – even posting a picture of myself on the front page – was a major one. It meant that I was ditching the right of remaining anonymous.
It meant I was officially declaring myself responsible of all my actions on this blog.

Of defending my words.

Of being objective about whatever I said…
Unless it involved friends or family that had to be named, of course. Then, the worst I could say about them would be their moderately good qualities. Nope, there’s no criticizing of your stupid big brother online. (Btw: I do not have a brother, just in case you wondered. But now you know that if I did, you definitely wouldn’t find me talking about how irritating he is on this blog.)

Signing my posts with my real name meant that I was officially accepting that whatever was said here, would not necessarily stay here.

It is one thing to have people talk about you. Quite another to have yourself talk about yourself. You can’t really deny your own words, can you?