The Private Face of Public Blogging, or vice versa

I sometimes wonder if having a blog actually keeps me from writing. On nights like this, when I'm struggling with bigger dilemmas than Papa John's vs. Pizza Hut, it seems like I should want to pour my heart out on screen. But sometimes the knowledge that my blog is not entirely private really keeps me in check. On the one hand, what's the good of having a blog if it's stifling my creative muse? On the other hand, what's the good of having a blog if I end up in jail for libel? Despite the fact that I pretty much stick to a no-names-to-protect-the-not-so-innocent policy.

So maybe I'm overthinking all of this, although, as I learned in my Leadership Memphis class, thinking is not my strength. Of course, I have known this since about the fifth grade, or whenever I first took a temperment test. No one who spends as much money as I do on food for four formerly stray cats will ever be accused of letting her head rule her heart. My temperment has evolved over the various permutations of the test that I've taken, though. I've become more introverted, although I think that's because I've started answering the questions honestly and stopped pretending that I like people. And this time I scored higher on "judging/scheduling" than "probing/flying-by-the-seat-of-your-pants." I attribute this entirely to my job, being a deadline-junkie, and my tendency to over-commit. I like to pretend that I can keep all the balls moving, although in reality I think my tendency sometimes is to throw them -- and my hands -- in the air and call it quits. But I've always been a strong "N" (intuitive) and an off-the-charts "F" (feeling).

Somehow, reminding myself of that makes me feel better, because I know that I'll never make a decision without letting my heart weigh in on the matter.