Too many moments happen in between the rigorous fits of self documentation I disseminate here. My older (of two) daughters is about to turn seven (tomorrow!) and I have a new born son that doesn’t exist if you base your facts on said missing ramblings.
It’s easy enough to make excuses, some more legitimate than others:
- My 140 character quips on Twitter are good enough!
- I’d just be writing about how I never write…
- Does anyone want read yet another poorly crafted repository of narcissistic musings?
I do have the odd blog post in recent years, but they mostly share a common theme: “Let me jump on my soapbox, I feel the need to whine about my current first world problem!”
Some of my older entries have been more enjoyable… More personal… If nothing else, useful for my own reminiscing… I’ve satisfied that itch with the occasional entry in Day One, but I wonder… Maybe, like opensource software, the fear of embarrassment will force a higher quality if I just hang it all out there…
Failing that, maybe this can, at least, serve as a cheap thrill for the voyeuristic impulses of random passer-bys.