I think I spend more time thinking about the future now. It’s a kind of anxious energy informed by the state of the world and climate change but also blind hope that everything will turn out fine.

Back in my early blogging days, I felt like I explored a lot of my past because I was trying to figure out who I was. I published during the Golden Age of Blogging, where we threw everything online and had no care in the world!

But I also remember sharing memories of childhood trauma in those old entries, too. It was therapeutic and cathartic in many ways, helping me to understand what I wanted out of life and how to come to grips with those humongous feelings.

I sometimes wish I had saved those entries. I mean, I might have printed them out and saved them in storage somewhere. I’m due to clean out my portion of our joint storage unit soon so if I find anything, I’ll try and share! If I didn’t save them, let’s raise a glass and toast those ones and zeroes.

May they rest in peace.

I’m not one to reveal much about myself in my blog anymore, simply because I don’t know who’s reading it, and my blog is an extension of my professional self. It’s where I want to connect with cool people who saw my work published elsewhere.

So, I guess because I’ve already explored my past through my preferred outlet of writing, I want to move forward, write about what the future holds, and explore those thoughts here.