Did I Just Say That Out Loud?

I was just reminded by an old friend, who has been obtusely referenced in a previous post, and who shall remain nameless for my own protection, that I have a blog. What has recently struck me (as recently, in fact, as about two minutes ago) is that my mommy could find a link to this on my company website, and read it as easily as anyone could. I don't mind my mom knowing that I have thoughts, or that I can express myself purposely, if not somewhat eloquently. She invested heavily in the rigor and voracity of my education, and probably expects that I should be able to type out a sentence with, you know, proper syntax and verbiage and whatnot. What occurs to me is that she might not be "at one" with some of my past endeavors, here recounted. Should I be given pause to regret tapping away segments of my history in public? I find little solace in the fact that, in all likelihood, no one on the planet (save my anonymous friend) has come within a rat's pink asshair (sorry, Mom) of knowing that my blog even exists. The fact is, the spirit of the information is out there, no doubt giving my mom a funny tickling sensation in the back of her brain. Should I panic? Should I attempt a preemptive volley? Or should I squint, grit my teeth, and hope she never finds me here? Look, I say. Maybe it would be better if she knew who I really was. She's strong, and she'll not think less of me, knowing what a perv and lush I once was. Besides, that's not me anymore. I'm happily married, life is great - I've been redeemed. It will probably enrich our relationship if she knows what I've been through. It might even give her a project, you know, with daily prayers for the continued sustainment of my mortal soul. It could be that she's already in on all my little "secrets", and her prayers are the only reason I can still draw a breath into this wretched frame. In any case, I think I've just relieved myself of this fleeting guilt through the very act of writing about it, and have therefore also justified my candor. I have chosen to be public with my thoughts, and I think that as long as no one reads this, I can and should be as honest as possible.