The year has begun and it's just another day. Thankfully not a holiday. It's been a rough week or so and I'm currently back at my house at the dining room table that used to be in my parents' house. My male cat is trying to get my attention and I'm just trying to write something to say that I did.
That was the original impulse to write. I wanted to capture moments of who I was at whatever time I was in. Now I face the prospect of having so many of them written down that one who wanted to destroy me could probably find enough information to frame it however they wanted.
That may not happen. It's more likely when it's my time, all of this will have faded away. Mostly everything I do has been digital and copies of everything I've ever said will be out there, everywhere. What will it be like in the future and will anyone care about this now?
Of course, I also make a living documenting real things that happen and as this year begins I'm hopeful to keep going. I'm also somewhat concerned that I'm not going to be able to keep up the pace. I'll try not to dwell on that for there is a lot to do.
This is a year I'm going to try to write less on social media and more in this space. I do not put my name on this so it doesn't show up. I'm not writing this publicly but I'm aware that this is public. I will likely not share it, but I would like to see if I could just document a little here and create some sort of a record of what this time will be. All of it folds together in the future, no matter how it eventually gets laid down.
At least this has happened. Now let's hope there will be many more and that we are ready for the rough times ahead.
