Over and over, onward again

It’s been less than a week since I erased my very first blog from the internet and already I’m feeling the urge to ramble endlessly onto a screen for joe public to read.  Does this make me incredibly insecure or just a blogger at heart?  (I know what you’re thinking – there’s a difference?)  

I know why I stopped writing.  I also know why I miss it.  I suppose to need to find the balance in between.  I also really missed being able to post photos as I took down my photo blog as well in order to completely eliminate this little brand I’d created for myself.

My main problem was identity.  It seemed like everytime I saw someone from my past they commented on how much they enjoyed my blog.  And I had to pretend to be flattered when inside I was cowering under my teeny tiny blanket of privacy that was slowly disappearing.  It was my choice to be a non anonomyous blogger.  But.  Hindsight being the know-it-all bitch that it is, I realize that was a mistake.

For those of you who are here from the previous blog, by invitation only, thanks for coming back.   I liked being able to share with you all. 

I hope to post a mix of writing and photography on here without worrying about regularity or substance because it’s no longer a space for other people to enjoy.  It’s just mine and if you happen to like it, wonderful.  If not, goodbye.  The comments will always be closed, there will be no blogroll.  Oh I still read other people’s blogs, don’t you worry.  I spend more than enough of my company’s time on blog reading.  But I think the blogroll acts as a lovely little popularity contest – as do comments – and I am done, done, done with that. 

So on we go.  It feels good to have a space again.