It feels a little strange, doing this again.
When I started blogging, I was 16 years old and doing it mostly because I was lonely and needed to feel like someone was listening (boohoo, sad story, ok that’s enough). That was 11(!!!!) years ago. Today, well, I can’t say that I’m 100% satisfied with my social life, but it’s better. I have great sets of friends who I can really talk to (once I’m able to tear them away from their busy schedules), but I have also learned to keep myself to myself, at least online. The latter is probably because the internet looks a lot different than it did back in 2004.
Back then, I was writing for strangers, thriving on the anonymity. Remember when the internet used to be a safe place? Once upon a time, I could write whatever I wanted with little to no fear of judgment. Now, I find myself constantly censoring myself, deleting Facebook posts seconds after I publish them, spending minutes agonizing over the perfect Instagram filter, taking way too long to compose a tweet–all for appearance’s sake.
But I missed this.
I suppose I could just keep this thing a secret. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this space, to be honest. How much will I share? Would anybody care? Should I give this blog a Purpose (food/music/travel/fashion[lol]?) and make money off it like a practical person would? Or should I stick to what I know and keep writing the personal? Is there even space in the internet for the personal blog anymore?
I don’t know, you guys. Watch this space, I guess.