We glanced at each other and burst out laughing. It was one of those odd moments that is both humourous and horrific. For about 15 minutes in the car we'd independantly just start laughing. Usually an uncomfortable giggle.
Then I said, 'Well, we know what the blog is going to be about tomorrow.'
Joe said, 'Really, you are going to tell people about that?'
I said, 'Yeah, it's funny.'
He said, 'You've lost perspective, you tell your life in front of audiences, you divulge private stuff on the blog, you know there are some things you just don't share.'
I took a wee bit of offense, 'There's lots I don't tell people.'
'Well, Madonna,' said Joe, 'what just happened belongs in that list.'
'But,' I sputtered, imagining writing a very funny blog.
'You teach others about boundaries, Dave, you need to practice what you preach.'
So, I was going to write a very different blog today. But I'm choosing, and it is ultimately a choice, to listen to Joe's advice. He's right more than he's wrong and he's only once ever asked that I not tell a story. And that was over 30 years ago. So I can't call him over controlling.
Knowing what's public and what's private is a huge skill. It's one I teach, and, clearly, one I'm still learning.