why aren’t i blogging more?

That’s a good question.

Like others, I absolutely miss it. And I miss the blogworld in general. That probably plays a role. That sense of community, and feedback on what you were putting out there, was what made it so special. Sharing made it real. Common experiences made them okay.

Also I started a new job a few months ago. And it takes up a lot of my time. I get home kind of drained. Sometimes good drained, after helping people in need. Sometimes bad drained, after fighting red tape and the unrealistic expectations of an idealist all day. Every night begins with the intention of blogging, and ends with Netflix.

There’s also this girl.


I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned her before…

I really should be blogging more, because she absolutely loves my writing.


The thing is…

Okay. Here’s the thing:

I’ve written 1300+ posts. And hundreds of them have been wistful and daydreamy.

Now I am finally getting to live those things I so often wrote about wanting.

And it is amazing. AMAZING.

Instead of documenting it on here, I am experiencing it. And I am using it as a springboard to more and more amazing things.

But at some point I will start writing here more.

Not because I need to share it with you.

Not because I want to document it.

Just because she really, really loves my writing.

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4 Responses

  1. Sediqa says:

    Damn, she’s a hottie. Was actually wondering about you this morning and why you’d suddenly disappeared. Glad that nothing serious/sad has kept you away from this platform.

  2. This makes me so very, very happy. Yay for love!


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