It’s hard to believe that I have been running this thing for almost five years. This blog, that is. When I’ve mentioned it to other people, they always ask me what it’s about. I’m never able think of a very solid answer. After almost five years, I still don’t know what this is about. I never know what I am going to post or when I’m going to post it.
This all started as an open journal for me. I wanted a place to post more of my censored thoughts. I wanted to be able to share a bit of my life with everyone. Most of my journal-type entries aren’t even relevant anymore. I don’t even know some of the people that I’ve mentioned anymore.
I still don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t have regular readers, so I know that I doesn’t mean much if I post or not. It doesn’t make a difference if three weeks, three months, or three years passes between posts. With how much time has passed since I’ve actually sat down to write, I should have something more to say. And still, I’ve been staring at a blinking cursor for far too long.
I know that I was meant to write. I don’t know what about and maybe I won’t ever know. For now I’m going to keep trying. I’m going to fall back in love with writing, fall back in love with myself.
For the very few of you that continue to read everything that I post, thank you.
Thank you for your patience, kindness, and encouragement.
With love always.