I'm tired of WordPress, so here we are...

I’ve been writing on the internet for the majority of my adult life. It’s hard to believe it’s been about twenty years since I started writing online. I can’t even remember what the experience used to look like. Though despite the decades of web ramblings, this is the first time, at least in my memory, that I am actively managing the entire project myself. No blogging platform, no rich text editor. Just me and some Markdown language.

I’ve been obsessed with the process of writing my entire life. At age 5, I was already immersed in my lifelong infatuation with creation, publishing my own family newspapers, each one intricately hand-drawn and formatted. I remember pouring over my dad’s old journalism textbooks buried deep in my parent’s bedroom closet. I remember the roaring of the morning presses on the rare occasion that my father would bring me to work for an all-night foray into the life of a nocturnal newspaper editor.

I guess you can say I was born into it.

It feels good… having control. Control over the look and feel of my work. Control over the actual mechanics of publishing. This blog feels like a harkening back to the days of the early internet. The days when the content mattered way more than the form. One look at any old Geocities-created site will verify that masterful design was never the point. The point is to share what we are passionate about. To provide a tiny slice into our massive lives.

I can’t guarantee that I’m going to make personal blogging a consistent habit, because every time I do I break the habit almost immediately. All I promise is that I’ll try. I feel like it’s a healthy habit to have.