Monday Monday

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Trying out the Squarespace blog app... we’re traveling tomorrow to the US and I won’t be taking my computer with me, but I do want to keep up with blogging. 

This was Mittens this morning. I took a photo of her so I can look at it when I miss her (yup, I know, I’m a sook) and it cracks me up because she’s looking at me like, “Come onnnnn, it’s only a week.” Whatever.  

the answers

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(I don't have any, or I have fragments of them.) 

But I ask myself lots of questions. (Mostly about whether or not something is OK, it seems.)

Is it OK to not really use Facebook much anymore? To not care about the News Feed? 

(Yes.)

And then, related - is it OK to pivot, to change, to evolve? (Because I used to be a heavy Facebook user. Like, heavy.)

(Yes.)

Is it OK to do what I want? (And not do it purely for money, or for SEO, or for clicks and likes, or for what my Ideal Client wants?)

(Yes.)

Is it OK to share that journey? (And be vulnerable?)

(Yes.)

Is it OK to make my own way?

(Yes.)


What I miss:

  • Connecting with other people through words, through the Internet. Seeing their world through their eyes. And showing them mine, through mine. Instagram does a good job of this these days, but. But. (But what?) Blogging just seems like my first love. A deeper place. A something different. A slower place. 
  • That time by myself to write. And then to share. 
  • Bulleted lists, haha.

So an idea comes to me, somewhere between yesterday and today. To write, every day, for the next 20 or so days. And not to tell anyone, or to post "New blog post up now!" on Instagram, or anything like that. Not to draw attention to it. Just to nurture this little space, my little words. My little hunch, that this is something I need to do again. 

OK, alright. I can do that.