Begin Again

A letter to myself, December 27, 2023:

Somewhere along the way, I went into hiding. I stopped writing for myself, and started thinking that I had to write in order to be published. I don’t want to do that anymore. The things that I write may never get published, and in all likelihood they won’t, but that’s not what I want. Naturally, I wish that they would be published in some fancy journal or magazine, or even a book. But if I could share my words with the world in real time, and the way that I feel them and connect with someone, that what I want. That’s what blogging used to be for me and then went away. So maybe this is what that will be again.