Friday, 25 August 2017

I’m taking the pressure off.

Writing things, sharing things, putting all this stuff out there, it feels like a big deal. I’m putting the pussy on a pedestal. So, let’s just talk, yeah?

Instagram gets all the action these days. I spend too much time on that magical little than I’d care to measure. It’s just easy, you know? It’s just one tiny picture with a small amount of space to put a few words, sometimes more than a few, often just a series of incomprehensible emojis. Anything is game in that ‘gram life.

Blogging has been nothing but a background idea for way too many years now. It’s been that thing that I’ll get back into, maybe, when it makes more sense or I have a clearer reason why, or whatever else I want to tell myself on that specific day.

Lately, though, I’ve been feeling like I need more s p a c e.

Ideas have felt loud and overcrowded in my mind. My life has felt loud and overcrowded all around me. Just feelings, right? So, I’m taking this space and you can join me here if you’d like and we can talk and think about feelings and art and being very serious and being very silly and how I might always be (or at least feel like) too much and not enough all at once.

So, hello you. It’s me, again.