2020

 Earlier this afternoon, I logged onto my old blog from college. It was a very strange experience. I felt like suddenly I was thrown back to my 20 year old self. I remember making playlists in my parent basement, listening to these overly sad, heart breaking songs and writing. It was cathartic and pathetic. Bless all the people who stuck with me through those years. You are good people. But really, bless my husband who confessed tonight, that he read every single one of those passive blogs to my old flames and still stuck with me.

Why the hell am I back? Writing on this vintage platform that was pre instagram, pre my parents getting social media? I don't know. I'm bad at journaling. I feel like when I journal, I don't know who my audience is. My great, great grandkid? Truthfully, I threw away most of my journals. Nobody needs, wants, to read that garbage. I promise. Writing has always felt healing to me. A way to sort through the muck and goodness. A way to go back and relive experiences. 

So here I am. 

I'll post some things I wrote in the past to get started. Maybe this is my emotional way of coping with 2020.

xoxo.