My life is in chaos as I write this, and I hope that one year of posts, once per week, will be an anchor of purpose. Something to help me survive.
The old posts come from my teenage years. I tried blogging when I was sixteen and had a lot of trouble finding my voice. Perhaps the issue was all the pressure I put on myself to fit a certain “food blogger” mold. At only sixteen! But I’ve always had unreasonable standards.
Enough time has passed that I now find those old posts extremely sweet. I’m glad to leave them up.
I’m curious about how it will feel to have zero restrictions or expectations for the “kind” of post. Just posting will be enough. I’m curious to see what it will show me about what I like to do, and what is important to me.