An Open Letter to My Family

Hi family!

I really do love you. You are incredibly supportive and trusting in my ability to take care of myself. You'll notice that I actually talk about you relatively little and that's a good thing. The only one whose dirty laundry I'm choosing to air in public is my own.

I know you read my blog, and that's ok. It's on the internet, I figure it's going to be found sooner or later and if one of you knows, you'll all know. I've even given some of you expressed permission to read my blog.

Here's the thing:

I'm going to write things you may not want to know or hear. I'm going to write things you don't approve of, whether it be sex, boozing, jumping into relationships or just general impulsiveness. Try to remember, I'm 25- I am going to make mistakes.  You made mistakes when you were my age. You still make mistakes. Try also to remember that I've done a pretty damn good job of taking care of myself so far, that I mostly keep my feet planted on the ground.

There are things I write that even my closest friends don't hear. Try to remember that there isn't some conversation you're being left out of, that just because I needed to process something through writing doesn't mean I want to talk about it. Remember that while sometimes I write things in a completely honest and raw way, sometimes I write with incredible hyperbole for amusement value to poke fun at the ridiculousness of life or myself. Ten glasses of whiskey does not actually equal ten glasses of whiskey. It probably equals between 2 and 5. Often closer to 2. Sidenote: If you're not in my family, that last sentence was a lie. Sometimes it's hard to tell which is which.

Remember that most of the time each blog post is telling one small part of one small story of my life. Remember that everytime I write about something there are a million different tangents I try to keep myself from going on, that there are more complexities to any situation than what I write for comprehensibility's sake.

And remember, that just because it's on the internet, doesn't mean you have to read it. I will send you your own email updates (albeit, they will probably be somewhat sporadic), edited for what I think you need to know and want to hear.

I love you, but I'm not interested in your judgement. And unless it's something I've talked to you about personally, I'm not interested in your "advice" either. If keeping your thoughts to yourself is too much to handle, step away from the computer.

Really, truly with lots of X's and O's and love,

Alana Margaret