Picking up where I left off

If you know me, you know I can blabber for hours. I look like an introvert (and I am one), with a straight face that sometimes makes me seem unapproachable. Even after hours...or days...of talking, you still might not get too much out of me. My blabbering isn’t just mindless chatter...it’s always about things I feel deeply about. Thoughts that take up space in my head and need somewhere to land.

I used to blog...but before that, I used to write in a diary. Until someone read it once. And just like that, I stopped. I guess I felt like there was no such thing as privacy.

Which is funny, now that I think about it...because what did I do after giving up the diary? I started blogging (and Instagram-ing). Publicly. For anyone to read. Zero privacy. Make it make sense, right? 😂
But I guess there’s a difference. The diary was an unfiltered version. The blog, on the other hand, was still personal, but in a curated kind of way. Still me, but not all of me.

And yet… I stopped that too.

Why? I don’t even know. Maybe I just drifted. Maybe I got busy. Maybe life moved too fast.

But now, nearly ten years later, I just feel like writing again. I have more to say. More stories. More experiences. More weird little thoughts that pop into my head. I’ve grown, changed, lived a bit—and I think it’s time to put it all somewhere.
Not in a locked diary. Not perfectly packaged. Just here. Like a digital journal, open to anyone who might stumble across it.

So here I am. Writing again. Let’s see where this goes.

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Thanks for being here!