I write, but I am not a writer. I’m putting that on paper, more to tell myself that it is not my job. I do not make an income from writing, in the traditional sense. What I am is a thinker. I ponder, ruminate, chew on thoughts, and form entire chains of ideas that I would like to share, through writing.
Hence, I’m throwing caution to the wind to use the internet as it was meant - for me to water my garden of thoughts that I’ve placed very intentionally. If you walk by my garden and want to take a look, how fabulous it would be to have discourse about this flower and that plant and how the wind affects all our gardens. Step onto the patio for a chai and chatting as the sun hits the horizon. Then, with a wisp, you travel thousands of miles away. And I go upstairs into my Animal Crossing home, get into bed to sleep, and save as a checkpoint.
You can come back. I may have made some changes… maybe I didn’t. How exciting though to see the world you’ve curated on a precious private domain versus publishing through one of the many monoliths. They help some, but not me. I need my space, this is it right here. Hello world!