I have maintained a relatively low profile on this blog. I use part of my full name. If you really search for me through Google, you can find me -- and tonight, I learned that a church member did find me.
As we were relaying the milk service in the soup kitchen, he remarked something about how Bill Clinton hit on me. I had no idea how he knew this information. I hadn't shared it with the larger church though I did mention it several times in my search process. It's a little bit of humor. It makes people laugh -- and Lord knows we should all be laughing. This was not a church member on the search committee. I was at a loss. I furrowed my brow.
How did he know this? He had read it in this post. I came home and edited my first name out of all of my posts. I'm not sure that it matters that he knows this -- or anyone knows this. And yet, this is such a timely conversation.
I had this conversation with a friend in the beginning of Lent about my blog. He asserted that I must be using my writings toward another end. I wasn't intending to do anything. It is something I have thought about doing. But, I hadn't actually done anything. So during Lent, I started writing a book chronicling my life story (or part of it). I have been wondering about exposure and if I can tell these stories so honestly when I have maintained a low profile on my blog. And then, my church member finds me. Does this mean I don't want to share my story? Or am I interested in sharing it in my own terms? Or does it really matter?
Perhaps I should just smile and wave at church members that found me. You have mastered Google. You should be rewarded. You can know my inner life -- boobs, brother and all. Welcome.