In bed last night, I was thinking about how everybody keeps a different part of their lives private. We all have something about ourselves that we don't talk about easily, but it fascinates me how different this thing is for everyone.
Blogs especially illuminate this because you may think you know all about someone based on their blog, only to find out they were struggling with something that they never wanted to share on their blog. Or there's a part of themselves they are more uncomfortable talking about.
It reminds me of a quote by Thomas Friedman I loved when he was talking about the middle east
"After the kidnappings began in Beirut, I aquired a healthy respect for how little I had really penetrated the place. I gained an equally healthy respect for the notion that the real story is often found not in the noise but in the silence - and that is why it is so often missed."
No real point to this (I'm not looking for everyone to start guessing my hidden secrets!), just what I was mulling over this morning while drinking my latte and the "coffee" that Saben keeps bringing me in his stacking cups.