Sharon - My First Share

“It’s best to share.”

Or is it?

 

What’s yours is yours. What’s mine is mine.

What’s yours is mine. What’s mine is yours.

What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine.

 

When is the best time to share? Whenever you’re ready. Share what exactly? Your story, your food, whatever it is that belongs to you.

 

Generous (adjective), willing and happy to give to others.

 

But what if I give too much? What if I overshare?

 

I can remember when Twitter first became popularised in the early 2010’s. People just sharing their thoughts. That’s a diary, isn’t it? I could never get the hang of it, no matter how many accounts I made. But now, there’s this weight of what you post must be witty. What you say must count. It’s no longer just sharing random thoughts with friends (at least if you want to go viral). It’s you sharing with people the best part of yourself. Things which you think matter. Well, what if you share and it’s not well received? What if it doesn’t go viral? Does it still count?

 

“My well thought out, planned post didn’t get any likes!” Or even worse, the person who you so deeply desired to see it doesn’t even give it the time of day. Does it still count?

 

Let me explain why I’m here. I’ve been discovering things about myself through journaling and writing and I’m so excited to share (the extrovert in me has way too much energy for other people), but those who I share it wish don’t have the same excitement. Sometimes, when I reach out, it’s even an adverse reaction or a response I didn’t want at all. So, it’s like I can choose to keep these revelations to myself, but where’s the fun in that?

 

“I’m a person too,” a little voice says. We’re people too. I can share things with myself. I can keep it cool, calm, and confidential. Is that copping out? Or is that more so governing a sovereign state?

Well, if I do it because I’m afraid of people’s reaction then yes, it’s a cop out. If I shared independent of what people thought that might make me an over-sharer. A generous gabber. If I carefully selected what I told others it would make me a calculated communicator.

So, what then would make me a sovereign state, with myself as the head of state? Head Honcho. Sharing what I am passionate about yet maintaining the mystery. Hmm, maybe discernment. But I had a better word that just slipped away from me. Let’s keep writing.

What makes you sovereign?

 

Sovereign (adjective), ruling itself; self-governing

 

It is wisdom. That wasn’t the word I thought of originally. But it’s knowing when to hold your tongue, even if you want to unleash it.

 

I get so excited to share pieces of myself. I even want to share my writings with people, but the ones I choose to share it with never seem to carry the same excitement, the immense jubilation that I feel towards my own crafts. So, do I still share it is the question?

 

If I need to, definitely. If I feel like it, maybe. This is an answer I haven’t come up with yet. But it’s one I’m determined to answer so let’s keep writing.

 

Or (what I get scolded for all the time), let’s make a decision. You’re a sovereign state, my dear.

 

And the verdict is: