DISCRETION

I remember when I first started to blog my favorite bloggers were those who were honest, open, and vulnerable to their readers. I like that they didn’t care if they cursed, gave away their engagement secrets or said politically incorrect stuff. So, when I started to write my own posts, I felt the need to be just as open and honest about my own personal life as the influencers that I admired.

I feel as though I’ve been pretty good about opening up about my personal life. Whether it be my career changes, my skincare routine or my dating life. Truth be told, I felt as if I was writing to no one because I wasn’t sure if anyone actually cared to read my blog. However, with everything that’s been happening to me lately, I’m almost concerned about how much I’m disclosing of my life and whether I should write with discretion.

This is all spurned from last night’s event. I’ll explain. I’ve mentioned in a recent post that I am having career changes. With that said, I’m back to waitressing at my restaurant job. I served a very lovely couple last night. I served them before about two months ago, and it just happen so that I was their waitress again when they returned two months later. I won’t use their real names, so let’s just call them Harry* and Sally*. Harry and Sally are a bit older. They’re not like my parents age, but perhaps in their late 40s to early 50s. Sally and Harry seemed to be having a fabulous time, but after a few drinks Sally began to tell me about their relationship. Mind you, Harry is sitting right there in front of her. She told me that they’ve been seeing each other on and off since 2013, and that everything was great except his infidelity. Screech! Pull the brakes. Awkward situation. Harry is trying to be polite of the predicament they’re in, and mentioned that I’m not the first person to become their relationship therapist. Sally, (hopefully very drunk), was very confident and secure about how little discretion she has about anything.

Sally then continues on about how Harry’s ex-wife is now back in the picture, and that he’s just stringing her along. As embarrassing as it was for Harry to sit there through the whole situation, it was more strange for me because I did’t know if Sally wanted me to chime in and agree with her. From a female to a female, I would completely empathize with her situation. She’s beautiful, tall and with a great career. He’s charming, short and rich AF. However, Harry doesn’t seem to know what he wants. I found all this out in a matter of 15 minutes. TMI? Definitely.

This is what got me thinking about how much I broadcast to the whole world about my own love life. I never mention my boyfriend’s name. I don’t really ever talk about him or post pictures of us, and hopefully I’ll never use this outlet to air out our dirty laundry. I think there’s a certain level of discretion we should all use when it comes to blogging about our personal life. Sure I would love to be able to connect with my readers more by letting them know of my ups and downs, but I feel that privacy is still important, especially when it comes to relationships. By no means will I be censoring myself, but I just wanted to let y’all know if you ever felt like I was holding myself back.

Hopefully everyone had a great Valentine’s Day, and I hope you continue to enjoy your long President’s Day weekend. Drink responsibly. Xo!