Two years

Holy shit, I have a blogger.com account! Haha.

So here's the thing: I created an account on here like two years ago, made one post, and then got distracted for a week and never checked back in. And so much happened! So much that I could have been writing about, but wasn't; just in the time since that orphaned first posting there's been Facebook, finally moving out of my parents' place and into a house nicknamed the 476, relationship ups and downs, Russian douchery, the US election cycle, my entering into therapy and taking up meditation, moving from the 476 into Parkside Perch... So much I could have been talking about. Even if no one had been listening, there's so much catharsis to be had in expressing one's self-- I've really been cheating myself out of blogging more than I've been depriving anyone else.

So here's the other thing: now that I'm in a new place I'm trying to take the opportunity to work some more routine into... uh... my routine. I'm trying to pick up some good habits, develop some practices, and I thought blogging on a more regular basis (more regular than once every couple years, anyway) would be a good bullet on the list. So I'm back. Maybe. Hopefully. It's just weird because I feel like there's so much I could/should have been saying since I stuck my flag in this little chunk of online real-estate, and now-- knowing myself-- I know I'll be tempted to spend all my blogging time reflecting on Things Past that I would have posted when they were more germane but didn't. But that would probably be futile and contrary to 'zen', so I'll try to keep that in check. The time is Now so that's where I'll try to keep the bulk of my focus.

I have all day tomorrow off-- except for some tasks I have to get done-- so I think I'll spend at least some time tomorrow writing the first post of my 'new' blog. Because no, this one doesn't count.