My first post in years…

Hi, old blog. It’s been awhile. I’m a homeowner now, more than a thousand miles from Florida, and I’ll turn 30 this summer in my new home state. The person who wrote all those previous posts would be ecstatic to fast forward to now, but I’m so glad she couldn’t choose that. The posts didn’t stop for lack of interest. No, there have been hundreds of reasons to blog these past few years — especially this last one — but my voice just hasn’t felt very unique or important. It felt more important to listen, to read, to volunteer, to protest. It. . . keep going

Failure and mediocrity, take a seat. I’m not afraid of you anymore.

At this point, everyone knows that perfectionism and procrastination go hand-in-hand. It was an epiphany the first time I figured it out, but soon it became permission to be lazy. It has now become a blog I pay to maintain but almost never update, a life still rooted in Florida despite my open-window-weather dreams, and grad school applications on some remote backburner until academic references materialize. Genuine irony is delicious when it’s not ruining my life, so I try to laugh about the fact that my own fear of failure has prevented so much success. But today, after months and. . . keep going

Public blog, meet private life: a disclaimer

Since I set up this blog, the seasons have changed three times (at least technically; it’s always summer in Florida) and I’ve drafted up posts by the dozens without publishing more than a handful.  I’ve barely even shared the posts that did make it online, never quite taking the plunge because… why?? Why is it so hard to get started?  Well, it feels weird writing for an ambiguous (if existent) audience, especially when that audience might include people I know in real life.  I debated keeping an anonymous blog, identifying myself only vaguely, and I still won’t be using my. . . keep going

Ahem.

Driving to work one recent morning, I heard Ta-Nehisi Coates telling NPR’s Bob Garfield about his efforts to moderate his blog on The Atlantic.  Coates suggested that reading vulgar and ad-homonym attacks in the comments section of a well-written, thoroughly researched piece was akin to finding a child’s name crayoned on the wall below a framed masterpiece. His words resonate as I make an attempt to dip my toe into the river of blogs once again (and what they say about rivers is true; the last time I tried, it was a puddle).  If I ever manage to draw any. . . keep going