hi, world. well, blogging world, anyway.
i’ve been really quiet, but i have been writing some, so you’ll see why. i haven’t finished up august break, but i do have some additions to it that i’d like to put up tomorrow. i don’t have eloquence or grace for you – i don’t even have a cohesive theme to speak on at the moment.
i’ve been thinking about why we do this. this question rattles around my brain all of the time – i see people in the blogosphere/on twitter/on the evil book of face and my eyes widen and i just want to scream why? there are offenses from the mundane to the truly unjust. there are people who i think are taking advantage of others. there are writings that stop my heart in their beauty, glory, truth. there is such a spectrum.
i trudged back to some of my old spaces today, some that i always kept private. i have cut my veins open and bled on this internet, and now, that makes me uncomfortable. i can’t do it in quite the same way. kim and i talk a lot about blogging, it’s purpose, monetization, goals, voice, readership. somehow, it seems simply not good enough to just want to write things down and have people here you. to want to make some friends, maybe, along the way. but i know for sure that in this space, that’s all i want. you’ll notice i did a sponsored post for the first time this summer, and only because it was a topic i thought i could do justice. the dollar is not greater than my goals.
there are some other things happening. i’ve started playing world of warcraft again. the first time i did this, i was purposefully hiding in my room five nights a week for hours to avoid a roommate turned enemy, so the time suck aspect of it worked out nicely. now, well, i’m probably just shirking more responsibility than i should, and i haven’t cooked a proper dinner in over a week. this happens. there are some really awesome twitter/veda people on WoW, and i’m thrilled to be in their guild and finally have a social aspect to the game.
it’s been a long, hot, sweaty summer and finally, there is just a trace of a chill in the air in the mornings. i’m already envisioning my happy little greenmarket on saturday afternoons, me in boots and scarves, with a hot chai from my favorite coffee truck. it all sounds so twee and precious, i know, and i never quite fit those images even if i wish to, but nevertheless, they do make me happy in the end.
my landlord’s raised the rent and i’m vaguely considering moving. i’m tossing around taking on freelance social media and site building work, and also maybe starting a body acceptance blog. i’m also on an everlasting quest to throw things away, though i wouldn’t call myself a minimalist. i desire too many single function baking gadgets for that, ever. you know, it’s just life. it’s kept spinning.
how are you, loves? really, tell me. i miss you.