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I just got back from a roadtrip out East... Ottawa and PEI to visit friends, get big gulps of fresh air and winshield sunrises. Not a single scrap of SAD plagued me. It was lovely.

While visiting Erin and James in Ottawa, we talked at length about their "101 things to do in 1001 days" projects -- they are on their third round, and it totally inspired me.

Of course, blogging came up.

I used to be hypergraphic. I used to write because I HAD to. I couldn't NOT write. I blogged over a million words. Then came facebook and the advent of the "reply" or the paragraph update. I also just stopped blogging because I didn't feel the need to do it. I can honestly say, I don't feel compelled to blog the way I used to, but I know I have a zillion stories to tell, and I really ought to commit them to paper.

Blogging was so good for me, and yet there was a dark side. I was perpetually pissing someone off with the things I'd written, and I had a lot of dark days because of that. I think I've come out the other side grinning, and I really don't give a shit what people think anymore. But work has changed... a lot... and the new management is way less tolerant of bad behaviour. Which, of course, is a good thing. Unless you consider my blogging "bad behaviour". I guess it depends on what I'm writing. I'm not as miserable there as I was in years gone by, and I'm not inclined to bitch about work, so that's something. I take the good and leave the rest. I also have pretty much completely separated my work life from my private life. That was years in the making.

My loose plan is to blog more. I have a back massager on this chair at the desk, and I love it. I tend to enjoy mornings, so it's my intention to do it if it comes naturally. So far so good!


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Jan. 4th, 2016 02:48 pm (UTC)
Blogging is great. I look back often to see when I did something or where we went or what we did in year x. Plus it's a compulsion!
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