Almost every day I think about writing. I think about the stories I want to tell and the adventures I want to record and how I miss having some sort of chronicle of the things that I haven’t committed to Facebook or Twitter or Instagram. I’m guilty of fragmenting my life and scattering the pieces to social networks, of trying to reduce joy and sorrow to 140 characters or a single square image. Sometimes that’s an adequate form of communication, but sometimes there’s so much more.
For months I’ve had daydreams of starting another site, one where I can capture my misadventures in the kitchen and my attempts at cardmaking and maybe actually turning it into an actual business instead of a hobby and my eventual migration to Boyfriend’s side of the state. I even had the name picked out and everything; it felt like a promising fresh start. But… what’s wrong with this one, aside from the fact that I never call, I never visit, I never write? Well, nothing.
So consider this the start of another attempt to keep all of my thoughts in one place. Even if I just re-post Instagram pictures for a while, that’s better than the nothing that’s currently here. And if I can make it a habit to post here instead of elsewhere, well, maybe that habit will eventually turn into something more.