I am a recovering blogger.
I kept an online living room of sorts, inviting strangers into the comfort of my outermost inner thoughts, basking in the cozy glow of shared annoyances, fears, misery, and fascinations. It was a small community, but I took comfort in it.
And then someone from my lived world crashed the party.
Not the end of the world, but definitely less freeing and enjoyable for me. And so began the shedding of that skin. Then a time of silence. Now a time of reawakening.
If anyone from my previous blog life should find me here, they’ll see some very familiar sights, hear some familiar rants. In fact, I’ll be reposting many of my favorite posts – not in a shameless grab for likes, but really because they’re some of my favorite expressions of myself in those moments.
I’ve even begun to re-follow my previous community members. Perhaps we’ll rekindle virtual friendships. Perhaps they’ll recognize the me I manifested, perhaps not. It’s been 6 years since I started that blog, two years since I started stepping away from it, and six months since my final post.
Here’s to the me that will manifest. Older? Wiser? Who knows. Certainly more discreet.