Looking around

 I haven't kept up with this blog, or my friend's blogs, in some time. Looking through my reading lists, it appears that we've all sort of moved on from blogging. Is that a thing that has happened? I'm in touch with a few folks on social media... those friends who write For Real in various spaces on the internet.

I'm still here, or back here. I keep thinking I'll jump somewhere.. SubStack seems like the place to be but I'm embarrassed to admit that I don't really get SubStack. I mean, it seems simple but when I think about migrating my writing there I can't get any feel for it. Am I an old dog now? Is this what my grandparents feel like on the internet?

I did find my husband's old blog, before he was my husband. I really love that guy. He'll tell you he's not a writer, and maybe I'm biased but he's got a writer's soul. I wish I could convince him to write more.

Mostly what I'm finding is that this trip down the memory lane of blogs leaves me feeling nostalgic and sad and confused that what feels like yesterday was in some cases more than 15 years ago. I had a blog with my parents in 2007-ish. I don't even remember that. My dad died 7 years ago and I can't bring myself to read the comments he made back then.

I used to check my blog every day - looking at stats and comments and friend's blogs. I can't be fussed over that these days, and while some dear readers are visiting here on the regular, I no longer know who you are. I'm glad you're here though, and I hope reading my blog gives you the same feelings of connection that inspired me to start it in the first place.

For now, I'm still here. Back for now, and enjoying learning how to vomit my words out here. They're a bit rusty, unaccountably stoppered up, and not nearly as clever as they used to be. But I've still got more than anyone needs.

Happy Sunday, friends. I hope you conquer the week, and don't get too bloody in the process.