{"id":3641,"date":"2015-02-05T14:15:49","date_gmt":"2015-02-05T22:15:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bloodinyoursaltwater.com\/?p=3641"},"modified":"2015-02-05T14:15:49","modified_gmt":"2015-02-05T22:15:49","slug":"behind-the-mirror-auckland-new-zealand-02062015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bloodinyoursaltwater.com\/?p=3641","title":{"rendered":"Behind the Mirror \u2013 Auckland, New Zealand \u2013 [02\/06\/2015]"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Mirror\"<\/a>I am extraordinary
\nIf you ever get to know me
\nI am extraordinary
\nI am just your ordinary
\nAverage every day, sane psycho
\nSuper goddess\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

What does it mean to \u201cknow\u201d someone?<\/p>\n

The guests see me through a sheer of \u201cwork ethic\u201d, knowing me as a usually chipper, though occasionally world-weary, woman with a name tag; my management teams know me as a usually professional though often solitary work-horse, my \u2018real life\u2019 friends know me as all kinds of different things \u2013 heartbreaker, heart healer, lone wolf, alpha wolf, the list goes on\u2026like light through a prism.<\/p>\n

And then, there are my readers\u2026<\/p>\n

A lot of people make the mistake of thinking they know me in life, because they \u2018know\u2019 me on the page. This is, sadly, not true. Not only because how often can anyone truly say they really know anyone else, but because what I choose to share on the page is merely a single shining fragment of what goes on in my head, in my heart, in my whole completely unconventional (and I rather like it that way) life. These pages are like looking at the top of the ocean, there is so so<\/em> much beneath the surface. These words are carefully crafted, selected and honed for public judgement and consumption, but they are also crafted in layers; interpreted one way by passing acquaintances, another by family, another by very dear friends, and yet another by the very closest members of my little tight knit Pack \u2013 of all of those layers, perhaps only two or three individuals can lay claim to really \u201cknowing\u201d me\u2026they know who they are.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s true; I live a very public life\u2026though I am hardly a celebrity. I make the choice of putting certain aspects<\/em> of that life into a medium that is \u2013 at best \u2013 semi-public (most are, to this day, very respectful of my continuing requests that my reader-base remain relatively controlled). I made that choice because I am in a position where my career has led me to some fantastic adventures and I take a true amount of joy in sharing a tiny tiny fragment of those crazy journeying\u2019s with those that are close to me and \u2013 occasionally \u2013 with the wider world. But that\u2019s just it; it\u2019s a fragment, not the whole. Not even close to the whole. While I cannot \u2013 and would never want to – stop people from having opinions, or sadly from making judgements (this is the internet after all, and it is a mostly free world), and always welcome a healthy debate, there is<\/em> a boundary that needs to be acknowledged and respected.<\/p>\n

Despite the existence of these pages I am really a very<\/em> private person, and the things I choose not<\/em> to share, the things I choose not <\/em>to discuss, are very dear to me \u2013 probably because so much of the rest of me is on display (that really, simply goes with the nature of working in hospitality and theatre alike), and I do not take kindly to them being poked at. I play certain cards close to my chest for a reason\u2026I beg of all of you, please do not force my hand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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