The dangers of blogging

When I was talking to my mum the other day at Christmas, she said she'd been quite worried about my hip problems until I'd told her what was going on. She had read on here that it was bothering me. I guess because of the snippets of information I'd written she jumped to a far more serious conclusion about the source of the pain than I had. Similarly my grandmother recently mentioned that she'd read this blog and agreed with something I'd said. Therefore, I have to be aware that when I blog, people might actually be reading it. In my head I'm blogging 70% for myself and 30% with some unknown person somewhere in the world in mind. I don't generally try to be cryptic, but sometimes I'm writing to process things for myself and I don't have all the information yet, as in the case of my hip issues. Alternatively I withhold some details out of privacy for myself and my family; hence I don't use names or places in these posts. In the future I guess I'll try to be more aware of what I'm writing about. Since this blog is supposed to be about gratitude and enjoyment of life, I shouldn't be whinging about issues anyway, really.