As the entire Western world knows, Facebook loves to remind us of our pasts.<\/p>\n
In my case, that includes not only all of the lovely pictures and funny things that I post (remember the vagina beauty contest and the vampire dildo? Fun times…) but also blog posts from that date in history.<\/p>\n
Usually I just ignore them, because, well, I wrote them and don’t need to read them again. Lately I’ve been reading them. And they sound JUST LIKE ME. Is that a good thing or a bad thing that I write so completely in my own voice? I can hear the people on both sides of the imaginary conversations so clearly.<\/p>\n
But it made me think about why I stopped…<\/p>\n
Why did I?<\/p>\n
I really don’t know.<\/p>\n
It’s not like the imaginary conversations have gone away.<\/p>\n
It’s not like I am not bleeding internally for the lack of a creative outlet.<\/p>\n
It’s not like I am still weird and struggling like we all are.<\/p>\n
So why not start. Maybe not with the self inflicted pressure of daily writing (you mean discipline?) but just now and then. When I need it.<\/p>\n
Maybe.<\/p>\n
I can stop any time I want.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"