Every once in a while, I come across a reason to search through the archives of this blog. Most recently, it was while referencing my love for 90’s Dean Cain.
Of course, digging through almost 400 posts always ends with some sucker punch to the feels or other. How can it not? Here I’ve documented all the major life events of the last three years with at least some consistency. It’s my life as a word museum.
This is the thought I most love when it comes to this blog– that I’ll always have this collection of stories and references. And often times, when I feel bad about this blog, it’s because I’m failing to create these stories and references for the right now.
Whatever future version of myself who comes stumbling back in time, probably won’t remember feeling too busy to write and she probably won’t remember what tasks filled all those extra hours spent at work. All she’ll see is an empty display case and the guided tour will go silent, and she’ll wonder at how easily time slips away.