Hello there
It's always this weird time of year spent almost entirely by myself that inspires me to try to start writing again. As an avid reader and language learner, I love words. I drown myself in books. But somehow something gets in the way of me maintaining a blog.
At the height of the pandemic I became interested in the IndieWeb and even made my own static site using Hugo. I was proud of myself. I even shared the link with a few of my closest friends. Yet, it was only a matter of time before I abandoned the project.
I remember encountering Bear around the same time and liking the idea of it. A virtual, privacy-respecting journal of sorts with some community that (probably) doesn't include anyone I know. To be honest, that's probably for the better because I felt like I censored myself otherwise.
That's not to say that I'm writing for anyone per se. But simply knowing that someone could read my meandering thoughts gives me some amount of inspiration to continue.
I often fall in love with the idea of writing something (or the idea of it) when I feel misunderstood, which is unfortunately more often than I would like. I think I fear that my blogging voice and how my friends perceive me might contradict each other. I don't really know. That doesn't sound very healthy, I know. In any case, I like the anonymity. Like many others, I find sharing intimate thoughts on the Internet a lot easier than with friends.
The truth is that I don't really know who I am, and writing my thoughts helps me come to terms with being both nobody and somebody. I don't expect it to solve anything, but it's a start. I intend to grapple with that in my next post.
I don't foresee this being all doom and gloom though. I want to also write about adventures and art. I want to write about moving abroad, my main goal for 2025.
So, I'm giving Bear a try this time around.
It isn't quite 2025 here yet, but the new year is pretty close. I hope the fireworks don't keep me up. And that I can become a blogger of sorts.