Tuesday, 10 February 2026
It was probably inevitable.
Less than two months into this new blog I’ve found myself hesitating over the publish button with a familiar, uncertain feeling in my chest, going back to re-write whole paragraphs and generally overthinking it all.
It’s the eternal second-guessing. I go back to posts I’ve already published and worry: Is it too much? Am I inadvertently revealing too many details of my private, real life? There’s an unsettling discomfort in knowing that once you send your thoughts out into the digital ether, you can no longer control whose hands they land in or how they decide to interpret them.
So when the creative itch became too big to ignore, I decided to revisit blogging in order to carve out a small but authentic space, but I’ve definitely learned from experience that authentic doesn’t have to mean transparent, that boundaries more than okay. And yet, you wouldn’t believe how long I hovered over the share to Facebook button for a simple soup recipe, weighing up the pros and cons of remaining anonymous versus inviting family and friends in. There’s a real discomfort I struggle with when my blog posts come up in conversations, a cringe kind of feeling that gets my delete-trigger going.
In this familiar dance of writing, sharing, and discussion, I’ve long wrestled with the fine line between sharing versus the scrutiny I’m not always comfortable with. In the online space we so often inhabit there seems to be an expectation to be all in – an open book. Whether it’s my daily life or the ways I try to live out my faith, I’m hoping to share posts that allow me to live my truth without feeling compelled to defend it. Hoping to share but not expose.
In a world that demands to see everything, there’s a difference between being authentic and being available. I believe that choosing not to give the internet a backstage pass to your life isn’t half-arsed or cowardly, but far healthier for all concerned.
The last couple of years across social media I’ve basically pulled right back from posting much at all. Something shifted in me during Lent 2024, by giving up all social media for six weeks I was able to finally reset the oversharing that had become so dangerously normal. I realised that the world doesn’t really need my two cents on everything. And while I hold firmly to that notion and still don’t post a whole lot on my feed, here I am: back with my two cents after all.
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Faith Without Friction
One of the most delicate lines I walk, and one I’m still learning to navigate, is speaking openly about my faith. In an online world that loves fiery rhetoric and endless debate, I’ve seen too many instances of faith being weaponised and misrepresented. Sometimes, in choosing to speak about your faith, there may well be someone who assumes that you’re casting a stone at their own choices. But my only interest is in openly living my faith, not in judging others.
There’s a scary but beautiful freedom in saying, “This is the compass I follow, I want to place God at the centre of my life.” And I believe that the best way to share my faith isn’t through an argument or through the modern evangelisation of blog posts; it’s through the simple, consistent act of living it out.
Ultimately, this blog is a curated collection of snippets I feel comfortable sharing. Choosing to keep my inner sanctum private is a conscious choice, an act of common sense, stewardship, and responsibility. Blogging allows me to share the view from my window, not give everyone a key to the front door. There’s a delicate balance but also peace, in knowing that I can be both deeply convicted, as well as private.
For now, I’m giving myself permission to post, share, and breathe, and to make use of the edit and delete buttons any damn time I please.
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