On telling too much

I tend to be pretty open. Too open. You can always detect my mood immediately by looking at my face.

I share too much. More than I should. I always have. Much like I’m doing now.

As a result, I have learned to shield myself. From talk. From criticism.

I still share too much. But I don’t listen to the feedback. I don’t like seeing myself and my thoughts refactored through someone else’s lens.

I was in the Wall Street Journal Thursday. I know what the story was about: paying off debt. I haven’t read the piece. I don’t want to read it. I won’t read it. I don’t want to know how I’m being perceived.