It’s been a while. I feel rusty, putting anything out into the world, like who’s going to even read this? I’ve been reading, and reading, and reading — books, and magazines, and fanfiction — and listening to podcasts and music and watching movies and I feel like all of that is just sitting in my brain. Like I’m stuffed too full of other people’s thoughts. Like I’ve taken a great big breath in and my body is all full of air and waiting for a matching exhale. So this might be (probably will be) not that great for a while while I let the muscle memory kick in and remember what my writing voice sounds like.
I feel like going back to my roots, back when publishing a blog was just a daily recap of what was going on in my life, back when livejournal was a thing (side note, I asked google — it turns out that livejournal is actually still around! the next question is do I even remember what name I used on that site?) (side-side note, does myspace still exist?). How we spend our moments is how we spend our days, and how we spend our days is how we spend our lives. I feel like it’s time to go back to those moments, to those days, and get some perspective on what they mean for my life. Who am I? What do I like? What do I dream about? Who do I want to be? These are the things that I want to know. And where better to navel-gaze about that level of meta life-questions than out in public, on the internet, where anyone could surf by and see?
* I am apparently very consistent or very, very non-creative. I just noticed that this was the same post title I used like 5 entries ago.