My introduction to blogging came to me in a very critical time in my life. I was 22 and recently widowed and was living with a friend and then a lover in Toronto. I was jobless and near homeless and it wasn’t nearly as traumatic or romantic as it sounds. But everything was liminal and I needed something and the newly born world of blogging was arising just as I had found myself with enough computer skills to dip in a toe.
Since then, and despite not really having a blog for much of the last mumble number of years, I still think in blog posts. I narrate my life to readers that have long since moved on.
And I miss it. I started writing for no one but myself and I love the logs I have of the mundane and the significance buried in that mundane. So here I am again. Writing for me. Maybe for you too, eventually.