When you’re a writer and your life appears on a blog, you need to be careful of TMI. Or so I’ve learned.
I was recently at my nephew’s graduation party, and I met a guy who reads my blog. (Pretty cool, huh, that even tough guys read Lawyer Mommy?) He even has a name for me. He calls me Stinky.
After all, I’ve written about the fact that showers are overrated. I’ve openly admitted I don’t wash my hair every day. And he couldn’t quite get that sordid imagine out of his brain. Stinky. Stinky Woman. Stinky Lawyer Woman. If the shoe fits, wear it! (In this case, the shoe stinks.)
I wonder, have I lost my mind? Why does a grown, professional women put her weaknesses on paper (not to mention on a public blog)? Especially stinky ones. Do I have to be so vulnerable? Couldn’t my readers do without the smelly talk?
Maybe I should just write about my “perfect” life in Lawyer Mommy Land. You know, I have the perfect marriage. My kids never break the rules. I never doubt God. I never doubt myself. And I shower three times a day. Does that smell better?
Despite the fact that you probably wouldn’t believe it, you probably wouldn’t read it. Who wants to read about someone who never makes mistakes, has it all figured out, and never skips a shower?
That’s what I love about grace. God takes us just as we are. Treasures in jars of clay. Broken. Even stinky.
But my nickname is also a sober reminder that sometimes we need to guard our words. It’s one thing to make fun at our own mistakes, but what if I told you my husband was stinky? That my kids were incorrigible? That my boss was unfair?
Would that be TMI?