I recently read C Jane Kendrick's post about her elopement. She writes about her then future husband sitting on the bed and sobbing, worrying if he was making the right decision in marrying her. It's an amazing piece of writing. I think my husband would have a cow if I publicly shared a story in which he was sobbing.
In Jane's piece, her family finds out that she and Christopher are driving to Vegas and her family whooped and hollered with joy over the phone. Although I think every family *should* react like that to any impending marriage no matter how ill fated, I don't know of many who would. I think most parents would be pretty ticked off. I think I might be ticked off.
So how do you share your story without hurting anyone? Any time I do any writing that's any good, I'm nervous. I work hard to cloak things so I don't hurt any feelings. Even at the Honda blog, I wrote about an amazing woman who headed up a huge Christmas Dinner giveaway, even while herself getting devastatingly bad news.
I quote one of our conversations in the post. I know it makes it more relatable. I know that readers will like Debi without even knowing her. Yet I worry that she now hates me and will never talk to me again for fear that I'll put it on the blog.
That's exactly what I don't want--for people to fear me. I don't want to throw anybody under the bus. Yet I think writing that's brutally honest--like Jane's--is awe inspiring.
I also know that people have different perspectives. I remember a niece asking me about a (cringe) fight--a physical fight--between her mother and me when we were teens that is, apparently, going down in family lore. "Tell me about the time..." she began. As she explained which story she wanted to hear I was shaking my head, "That's not the way it happened at all!" I exclaimed.
Even when you share your story, your life isn't lived in a vacuum. It intersects and weaves with other's lives. Your perceptions of the same events, the same experiences, heck, the same conversations, can be dramatically different from someone else.
Jane Kendrick is gutsy. Perhaps it's why her blog garners a million views a month. But is there a down side? Has she lost friends or offended family? Or when we know each other's real story--the whole story--do we just feel more compassion?
