Sometimes you need to start fresh.
Everyone gets that feeling at the start of a new year, I know. We think about the year that’s gone by, everything that’s changed, everything that hasn’t, all the things we accomplished, or didn’t. We make resolutions or set goals; sometimes they fizzle out two weeks into January, and sometimes we manage to see them through.
2013 wasn’t my best year. There was nothing specifically terrible about it, and it was far from being my worst year (2008 still holds that particular title), but it wasn’t great: creative projects that fizzled, drama that arose from (quite literally) out of nowhere, mysterious allergic reactions, seemingly-insurmountable roadblocks standing in the way of my goals. Even with the fantastic things that happened—and there were some truly fantastic things—when 2013 ended, I was adrift. My usual year-end review turned into a reevaluation, not just of 2013, but of everything, and it’s still going on.
That’s what this is.
I started blogging more than ten years ago. In that time, my enthusiasm for the medium, and my ideas for what I wanted to accomplish with it, have changed too many times to count. And one thing that’s become clear in the last couple of months, as I think about things, is that this is one of the areas I needed to change. The blog I’d been writing for so long was not what I wanted to be doing. I felt disconnected from everything about it: the subjects I was writing about, the way I was writing about them, even the name of the site. It all felt like a box I didn’t fit into anymore.
So I’m starting something new.
I’m not sure what it is yet. I have hints of a plan, something like a schedule, but I’m leaving room for it to evolve. It’s a place to reevaluate. It’s a place to play with ideas. It’s a catalogue of my obsessions, whatever they might be at the moment.
Photo by Reghan Skerry