Cake or Death?

I just visited my old blog on the Wayback Machine and felt a burst of nostalgia. That quickly turned into melancholy. I often think I quit blogging too soon, especially considering what I’ve seen it do for many of the writers in my old blog-friends circle. I quit because too many real-life people were reading, but that really just boils down to a crisis of self-confidence. Why did I care who read it? Couldn’t I just own what I did? Apparently not.

But I was also struck by how creative that Wayback image seemed, in stark comparison to the creative output I’m generating these days (i.e., nil). It was creative for me, at least. Pithy little posts, some longer, more thoughtful posts, lots of links, lots of comments — blogging was good for me.

I remember also now more vividly that time in my life. And I’m struck by how much happier I was. How can I get back to that? I had a brief burst of happiness yesterday. I’d like more of those, and for them to be more consistent, to the point where they string together and last for most of the time. I’m working on it.