Day Forty-Two: My First Retraction, I Feel so Official Now

I am going to take my own advice from yesterday's post and use some restraint. Sometimes blogging about boundaries is overstepping in its own right. Christmas day held a few surprises for me, some were unwelcome, but none should have been published at 2am after several glasses of wine. I have therefore decided to remove Day 41's post.

The problem with being only an adequate writer is the inability to effectively communicate a point clearly and cleanly. What is left is often a jumble of context, meaning, and inference. I made a mistake and realize that given how many people can read something and misunderstand it, forming their own opinions, which very often might be incorrect or misleading ones is reason enough to reconsider the wisdom of always writing what I think at a given moment.

Back when the husband was still willingly married to me and I was in the middle of my first blog there were a few occasions that he asked me to remove posts. I refused, believing that my sentiments, put forth in writing was valid as a type of art form and to remove or edit any part of it to an extent that the meaning changed would be to compromise myself. Well I was an asshole. What I write is not art. It's simply musings on a life unfinished. Perhaps had I been less interested in my own self expression and more interested in the feelings of those I cared about, I'd still be happily married.

Given my past mistakes, natural arrogance, and inappropriate content Day 41 shall live on in memory only. Don't get used to it though, I'm still more narcissistic than smart so chances are I'll be publishing lots more that is probably best left unwritten.