Forgive the navel gazing, but I got a notification I’ve been writing on here for four years.
There’s 1100 of you who follow me. I’m not sure how many of you are still reading or writing here at all, let alone reading my work.
For those of you who are:
Writing is my purpose, but it’s not always an easy one to walk. I take a tremendous amount of joy in it but it lends itself to external and internal frustrations. It is a constant education across a variety of areas. It’s changed me as much as I’ve changed it, and there are those who would characterise it as a flaw over a virtue.
I would write if no one was reading. If you are, if I’ve entertained you or made you feel something, then it’s all been worth it.
Here’s to another four years, if the platform lasts that long, or becomes extinct.
It’s a rough time for a lot of people, it always has been but art is something we use, whether consuming it or making it, to learn from the bad experiences and celebrate the good.
We’re all just walking one another home. I’ll tell you a story along the way, if you’ll keep walking with me.