You guys. I'm back.
It's been 6 years, 8 months and 15 days, if my math is correct (and my math is rarely correct), since I've posted on this sweet blog o' mine. A LOT has happened (I mean, fucking christ, I have a SEVEN year old!), and it's way too much to try to catch up on, so Imma just pretend like I never took a 6 year/8 month/15 day hiatus. Mkay?
It may just be me and my myopic tendencies, but it seems (seemed?) that blogging is not as popular or prolific as it once was. Is that true or just my inaccurate perception? Like, why spend time blogging when you can tweet? Or post a pic to Insta? Or post a petition on Facebook? Or, do whatever you do, on snapchat. (I do not even pretend to know what snapchat is or how to use it. I'm 42 and I've hit my social media technology limit. Any new social media platform that comes out from now on is just beyond my capabilities. Tumblr you say? Um yeah, no idea). When I first started this blog 12 years ago, it felt like everyone was blogging. It was a bloggers paradise! You linked to other blogs and talked about other blog posts on your blog and just blogged, blogged, blogged all the live-long day. Now? Eh? Not so much. I know there are people out there blogging their little hearts out, I just haven't found them or haven't found the time to follow them regularly. But, dammit! I miss blogging. Even if no one fucking reads this, it's still super therapeutic to type words. Words that are coming from my brain. I have thoughts. Occasionally. And I like writing them down. It's a hybrid journal/diary/letter. It's a record. Blogging has value to me. I wish I hadn't taken a hiatus.
And here we are. I'm back. I think. I hope.
Stay tuned. Or not. Whatever. You do you.
The thing is, here's the thing, I've changed. In the past 12 years, many of my opinions, perceptions, and expectations have grown, morphed, and developed. I seriously thought about just starting over fresh. Erasing this blog and beginning anew, because lets be honest, some of the crap on this blog is seriously cringe-worthy. Embarrassingly cringey.
But that's what humans do. We age. And hopefully when we age, we mature. And we grow emotionally and intellectually. We learn new things. We re-learn things. We meet new people who expand our horizons. We try new things which widen our experiences. It's a good thing. And so, in that spirit, I will not erase my younger self's ruminations (however misguided or embarrassing). I will simply carry on.
