I thought it was as good a time as any to start an online journal once again. I thought of starting a substack but then I’d want to find readers. It would be weird to write an email and send it to literally no one. Much weirder than writing into the empty space here.
At least that’s how I figure it.
I started writing my very first blog on January 1st, 2001. That entry doesn’t exist anymore but I think it was two lines and it had links because I was thinking of starting an actual web log; you know a curated collection of links with commentary. Instead I started a blog.
Back then I was 31. I had an almost 4-year old. I lived in Ohio. I wrote for a (meager) living. What else? I was living in my first house and we had one car.
Now I am 55 (as of today) and I have an almost 28-year old (who lives in DC) and an almost 21-year old (who lives in Ohio). I live in the Poconos (I counted 33 wild turkeys foraging their way across the ravine of our backyard on this snowy morning). I make a living as a therapist and am trying to add to that living by being a parent educator and we now live in our third house that is by far my favorite.
I don’t know what I will write about here but I just feel like I might want to write. Also it will be a Zuckerberg-free space to post my pictures because I do like taking pictures.
The one I took today when a client unexpectedly canceled so I had time for a quick 2-miles in the cold.
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