Does it truly come as a surprise to anyone that there are like 2 months between my last post and this one?
For the record, I am not resolving to do better this year. Let’s face it, I’m inconsistent at best. But then this blog has always been something of a tool, an outlet, a means to kick start my brain.
I have a lot to say… But then I don’t know if I do. I don’t know if I wasn’t to try and cram everything into one long post or if I want to split it up. I don’t know if I truly want to share it all. Not because it’s bad, but more of… Why?
I could tell you every trial, moment of joy or euphoria… But why? To immortalize my life, but for who? Do I truly believe that one day Ethan, or universe allow another child of mine to one day want to know me on a level they never thought to ask about? Or is it just for ego? To place a small footprint into the interwebs as proof that I did exist.
My greatest fear you know, is being erased by time. Not leaving a mark or impression on the world. Being just another beige strand I the tapestry of time that gets overlooked.