A Hard Habit to Make

I think I used to be a 'blogger'. Back in college, livejournal.com was the site to vent about your everyday life, while offering some insight and inspiration to virtual friends. I've always been a computer nerd, and probably spent too many hours in front of my screen typing away about some college born woes. At the same time, it was therapeutic and probably inadvertently helped with my self-esteem.

All that stopped when I had a handful of psychotic fans or un-fans start stalking me and hacking into my life. Mildly freaky stuff, but I learned my lesson. After all, the internet did not seem as threatening back then so posting pictures in an unfiltered atmosphere didn't seem like a big deal. All it took was one slip of some very personal information, and one police report later, everything went private. After that my desire to share my life dwindled and my blogging days were few and far between.

Even going back and reading a few blogs I had posted on here, I decided that those words were not a part of my life I wanted to revisit or share with everyone in my life today... so I deleted them. Not that I was embarrassed; I actually think I was pretty witty in some of them. I think there comes a point in your life where you've found your spot in this world where you are convinced you belong, and there is no need to go back and peek along the expressive parts of the journey that got you here.

Then again, the documented pieces like this really help you to see how far you've come and how just a few years can turn you into a new being. I never realized that I would become a different person from 25 to 29, and now know I will become a different person from 29 to 33.

So with all this being said (in my wise old age of 29) I want to try and revisit this blog more consistently. With the knowledge of how to filter yet still be expressive, I think I can document pieces I will not delete someday. After all, to really appreciate who you are in the present, you have to remember who you were in the past.