It’s been a while. A long, long time. So long that I almost forgot it existed: my website, a place to express myself, freely. I don’t even remember when I stopped journaling, or how many times I tried to start again. Thankfully, we – the modern humans – have invented something great: New Year’s resolution.
It’s 2020, year of my 25th birthdays and the end of a decade bloated of accomplishments – got my first girlfriend, got my first job, graduated, became a godfather, moved to Paris/Tampere/Dublin. 2020s scares me. I’m having a hard time defining my next goals. Where do I want to be in 10 years from now? What should I focus on next? Am I happy?
And then I remembered. 10 years ago, I had the same feelings. I was lost in my bedroom, tinkering with computers, trying hard to have a girlfriend, opening myself to others. That was how it started. I needed a secret place
#not-so-secret to write for myself, about myself. And maybe someone will read it, perhaps someone will understand me.
Isn’t it the best time to start journaling again?
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