if i had a quarter for every time i’ve started a blog, stopped and then started again . . . well, i’d probably be about halfway to a Grande Americano, but still. writing a blog no one ever reads is hard, y’all. the pressure to keep myself amused and provide fodder for comment spam-bots can be crushing at times. but the process of writing pieces that have nothing to do with clients, and the fun of documenting my random bits of my daily life is kind of addictive. and dammit. sometimes, i just have something to say.
so, like that boyfriend who periodically needs some space, but always comes back around professing how much he’s missed you, baby i’m back.
blog, i just can’t quit you.
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