Doing some web work this morning and realised I had such a thing as a Blog that I used to care about, while attempting faux nonchalance if anyone criticised it.
Like anyone else, I don’t necessarily agree with everything I’ve written in the past but I appreciate that there was a discipline to writing long-form versus Tweeting, which is pretty much the only outlet I use now to put thoughts in the public sphere. The discipline produced some pieces I’m proud of and some rants I look back at with wonder. Like many others, I wrote to make sense of the world and to connect with others who might share my views or kindly steer me in other directions.
Perhaps I’ll return to this blog more regularly some day but life has moved on and so have I.
The most important thing I achieved with this blog was communicating my thoughts in the early days of my relationship with my other ~0.5 for the last 17 years, at a time when I needed the written form to do so. She used to say,
“There are 2 yous, the one who speaks & writes with great defiant passion and the awkward one who will struggle to communicate and wonder why the world is so harsh”
Thankfully she loved both of them & still does apparently. Over time, I’ve integrated the 2 more successfully, with her help. This blog helped me do that, a form of therapy perhaps.