The most successful “blog” I kept was a LiveJournal way back in the day. I remember a lot of friends I had in real life were also on LJ, and many of them only used it to write public notes to each other (what today we might call sub-posting), which didn’t make a lot of sense to me. If you’re writing a journal, why is it not more of a journal?
And now that I’m out of high school and no longer certain that I am the most unique person on the planet and you all have to listen to the words I’m saying because damnit I matter… It’s a lot harder to make the words happen.
So I guess we’ll try it again. Writing for myself. Sometimes linking to things I find interesting or funny, but only in terms of scrapbooking things that I want to remember.
Buddha's Office – helped me reinforce the type of manager I hope to be. It's a good (shallow) overview of concepts, but provided a nice gut-check to confirm that maybe not all of my ideas were strange
What do you do when you run out of podcast episodes? You catch up on your reading – As someone who listens to podcasts/audiobooks to calm a running mind, knowing that my never-gonna-catch-up Pocket queue is always there is a relief
It may not be the earliest memory I’ll ever remember, but one of the earliest I can think of right now is being on the beach. I don’t know when (probably the 1980s) or where (probably Ventura, CA?) but the warm sand was blanketed with patches of green, black, soggy plants.
Looking back now, it was probably seaweed washed ashore after a storm, but at the time it was a whole alien planet. There were bugs crawling over it, finding relief from the afternoon sun by burrowing into the relatively cooler sand underneath, and clouds of gnats swarming around the decaying matter.
Back those days, I was still low enough that I could flat-heel-squat and rest my chin comfortably on my knees, arms around my legs and long hair spilling over my Superman tank-top and regulation ‘80s nylon shorts. I just sat and watched the insectoid actors live their day’s lives.
It’s the start of a new year, and the start of a new journey. But not really new, just renewed.
It’s been a spell since I wrote regularly on the internet. Back then it was LiveJournal and the musings of a then-teenager. Things have changed since then and now I’m hoping I can remember some of the joy of creating while actually being social on social media.