I remember when I first started this blog...
I kept it to myself
for years.
I used it as an outlet,
a space to post things that interested and inspired me.
a place to yell out into the darkness if you will,
unsure and unbothered by if anyone was to hear.
I felt that if someone stumbled upon my little slice of the internet it was for a reason
something brought them here and I was okay with that.
It felt intimate, although I was posting freely onto the world wide web.
I only mentioned it to a select few that knew me.
I feel over the years I have lost the excitement to post
possibly due to life's happenings
living, loving
falling in and falling out
losing interest, regaining and losing it again
I also think that I started to think too much into things
my musings became fewer
people would question posts
or mention that they checked out my blog
which always felt a little weird
because I don't always like to feel seen.
it can feel like having someone read your journal and then pick apart the entries
but anyway
I say all of that to say
simply,
I miss writing.
I miss releasing and posting fun things and not overthinking it so much
so here's to more of the former and less of the latter.
