But there are some things that I’d like to share with the friends I’ve lost touch with, the friends I’ve just met, and the family members who don’t hear from me often enough, and which is safe for public consumption in the event that total strangers (and more importantly, clients) happen across it.
It’s a very good thing that social networking wasn’t around when I was a teenager. I would doubtless have posted exactly the sort of silly, incriminating, embarrassing photos that kids today put on their MySpace pages—and are later shocked to find their prospective employers have looked at.
Let’s face it, all of us do stupid things as kids. We’re often quite proud of them at the time. Once we get past adolescence, we usually look at our teenage adventures in a different light.
As a teenager, I thought my life was pretty exciting. Full of drama. Sure to make a bestseller someday. The first book I decided to write was basically autobiography. It’s long gone now, but even if it hadn’t been lost or destroyed (I can’t remember exactly what happened to those handwritten loose-leaf notebook pages), it would have proven far too ordinary, tedious, and petty ever to have attracted an audience beyond my immediate circle of friends.
I had friends. I had boyfriends. We had parties. We got in trouble (but not very much). We survived to become respectable adults. (Well, okay. I live in Berkeley. The definition of “respectable” is a little different here from what it was in the Midwest where I grew up.)
In general, I lead a very quiet life. It’s not boring to me, but it’s hardly the stuff of a docu-drama, either.
If you’ve known me long and well, you’re not likely to find anything here that surprises you. If you’ve just met me, there might be some things you didn’t expect, as I got to where I am by a circuitous route. So have a look around and let me know what you think. You can direct questions to sallie [at] salliegoetsch [dot] com.