⏳ back to 2005

It's been surprising to me how much the medium impacts my message. For most of my life I wrote in a little journal. And then, in my early 20s when I moved away from family and friends to Cincinnati, I created my first blog on Blogger. And while my friends could read it, it still felt like mainly an extension of my mind.

Over time I felt like this place was my weird little corner of the internet. And I loved it. But then.

Oh but then came the rise of social media and as I shifted my thoughts and moments to be shared on Facebook and Twitter and eventually Instagram, I stopped blogging.

I also started Writing. That capital "W" kind of thing where I shared my Learnings and Experiences. Especially when I became a founder in 2015 with two kids under 3.

My writing still clung to this side of me that desperately needed to write to be able to process the world around her. Slowly but surely, the weird, nobody-cares-but-the-people who-love-me kind of writing waned. I stop posting photos on FB and I found IG exhausting. Twitter became a trashfire and everyone started a Substack.

And still, for the past 2-3 years, I've been trying to find my way back to just blogging. Just a place where I can write all of the random thoughts I have in my head and let them live somewhere where maybe a friend can amble past them, like a garden full of wildflowers and say: hmm that's interesting and lovely and maybe I'll stay here for a moment or two.

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