I just googled myself...

...(I can't help but laugh at that phrase)...and I proudly discovered my blog.

Not that my blog was missing or anything terrible like that. No phone call to the police, no missing persons report. Nothing that drastic.

But it is a big step for me, to make my blog search-able.

For I am terrified of that great big open expanse know as the WorldWideWeb.

So many people to accost you. Without your permission. Or knowledge.

But it is one of the ways I am attempting to relinquish control. Control over my own little world. Control over how much people know about me. How much they get inside my brain. And heaven forbid, what they think of me.

A big step, to be sure.

I am google-able.

Just for good measure, I didn't google my name or something that specific. I googled the title of one of my blogs.

(Traumatophobia)

Which yielded lots of results since it is a REAL WORD. (Although I got lots of crap for it.)

And just so you know, I am on page 22.

Which is good. Because it means I am not making that word up since there are pages and pages dedicated to its definition. But it also means that I am not completely obscure since there are pages and pages after me.

A good, solid middle number. Like a good solid middle child. Appropriate for a good solid mid 20's woman.

Ok so maybe I am not relinquishing that much control. Not like I can't announce my age to the entire world. I just don't want to.

27.

See? I am relinquishing control. WhooHoo!