It has been a while since I have written in here. I have missed it – and I have thought about closing this blog up since it has been hacked so many times I can’t count the exact number.
But it has been a ventile for my life for such a long time, that I want to continue writing in here. The last year has been one of the hardest of my life (even though I think I have documented plenty of obstacles in here for the last 16 years also). However, I am now a divorced woman, with an almost grown-up baby girl and even though I have taken a hiatus, I still want to write about my experiences building, creating, and experiencing the world. I want to write about my heart, my life, my creativity, and my outlook on the world.
What I don’t want to do, is to write a blog that is supposed to earn money or build a business (I have tried that and succeeded for a long time) but I want to use this tool as a way to document my life, as I wanted to when I started back in 2005. however business and guru-dom took over, suddenly we were all social media experts right? When I look back, the online world has radically changed with a lot of success and a lot of ‘every one of us has become a gateway for marketing that others can market at. Others have become commercial vessels themselves. I just want to be here – as I have always been (somewhat remotely though over the last couple of years, but I had some rockn’roll shit to figure out rockers)… I am not going to be posting this on social media for you to follow my blog, I am going to keep sending out RSS feeds that you can follow in your inbox and by that, get my blog in an old-school way.
This will be a creative outlet for me. These will be poems. These will be parties. this will be being my own version of a rich man documenting what I do in my everyday life, working corporate, loving another RocknRolla, building, writing, and inspiring others not to be like me but to try to be their own best self. Surviving life. Building my own home (you know the Punkborough right?, my childhood home I bought from my parents). Trying hard. doing my piece to leave the world better than I found it. Being lonely at times, knowing what you feel when you feel it, and not hiding.
I am still here and I am still in love with the world and life, even though it’s a bitch sometimes=)