If I don’t do something every day, I struggle to do it at all. I haven’t written here in a few days because I haven’t written here in a few days. I’ve also been thinking about what it is I want to write here. I had a bunch of ideas, which I’ll spare you, but landed right back on something like a journal—but maybe with a small change: write them to someone, like a letter.
I like reading letters, and I like the idea of writing to someone familiar. Not to the entire internet, and not only to myself. To someone I know, and care for. A proxy for myself maybe, or my family, or all of my friends (or all of the above). An audience that wouldn’t humor excessive navel-gazing and who I wouldn’t want to burden with too much moping around.
I’ll start from tomorrow, but I came back today to draw a new line in the sand. To say that I’m here, to state why I’m here, and to articulate to myself what that means to me; for me. I don’t know if anyone reads this, and to the extent that anyone does I’m not sure if I know you, but I hope that you—whoever you are—receive these letters and feel a little something.