I am tortured by my lack of privacy, and yet much of that "lack" is my own doing.
Currently, I spend time online writing, "networking"/Facebooking, emailing, music, movies, and on it goes.
I use the internet to analyze and process everything from a client to a bank statement. And frankly, I am worn out with it.
I am not exaggerating when I say that a girl can't even have a reasonable makeout session, lest anyone make that public, too.
I think that's why I find such pleasure in the recent purchase of a classic, leatherbound journal. An opportunity to restart the writing process, to refocus, to potentially practice a product in private - rather than in public.
As I struggle through the issue of balance with public and private, work and personal...I think that maybe it could be helpful to try to keep a life en prive.
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