You know those nights where you roll around half-awake in bed, sleeplessly contemplating various unsettling aspects of your life and wondering how they all tie together?
Tonight was one of those nights. I nodded off early, then spent a solid hour tossing and turning, feeling uncomfortable, and not just because of the ridiculous DC humidity. When it was over, I had reached an important conclusion: I need to start blogging.
This isn’t the first time that the itch to blog again has hit me over the years (e.g. here, here, and here). Indeed, if for some unknown and obviously irrational reason you decided to visit my blog in the last two months—even though it hasn’t been updated with anything of significance in nearly two years—you would have noticed the graphical redesign. Playing around with site designs is fun, it’s certainly a big part of the fun of having an independently hosted blog. Yet when the time approached to sit down and write, I wasn’t up to the task.
But enough is enough. I’m reestablishing this blog because I need to rediscover my voice.
I’m still working out the details on why. Although I have always written a “personal” blog, I wouldn’t say that this blog has been especially personal. Well, not most of the time anyway, and I don’t think that I’d ever feel all that comfortable writing the sort of juicy exposé nonsense that would make it so. Still, can I really expect to write blithe, bland commentary on my trite 21st century life in the city and somehow satisfy my frivolous desire to imbue my every action with some trumped up meaning? (ok, maybe that question’s a little more loaded than necessary but it’s basically the line of reasoning that has kept me from falling asleep all this time.)
I guess we’ll find out. In the meantime, I’m gonna head back to bed to see if I can toss and turn around some more while figuring out how to accomplish my shiny new goal. Stay tuned for more blithe, bland commentary please!
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