I used to blog… religiously. I don’t think anyone ever read them. Except my then-future-husband. Apparently, he stalked my blog and my insane Tumblr when he first met me in college at Belmont. Weirdo.
I came up in the time of MySpace. Wayyy back in the day, I had a website where you could get little comment boxes and stuff that I created, rather poorly, in GIMP and whatever knock-off version of Photoshop I could get my hands on. I remember spending the entire summer before my junior year of high school learning to code. It’s all I wanted to do, honors reading projects be damned.
At some point, I got over whatever phase that was, and MySpace eventually gave way to Facebook and then Instagram. And eventually I stopped *curating* (because that’s 100% what it was) my Tumblr. All my little codes and dumb piczo websites were lost to time. But then your girl found out about blogging and hosting and then eventually Wordpress, and Lord, did I go through another phase.
Maybe that’s all life is? A series of phases.
I used to write just for me. I would like to write again for me, and now you, if you’d be so kind as to read it.
For the record, I’ve only been late to load in once, in London, because I’d had a craft cocktail called a Popsicle, some other prosecco-based cocktail, and then 4 or 5 strawberry mojitos. I’m not doing that again. Sorry about that.