From college to married with a 7 yr old.
From starving journalist to equally starving nonprofit writer.
From 23 years old to 24 years old.
…and then there’s this. This static blog that gets so neglected whenever I fail to juggle all the changes in this mercurial life.
Well. To be fair, I gave this blog a makeover just now. Partly to make it seem less static; and partly to motivate myself not to forget about it.
I don’t know who follows me, or whether this blog really has any purpose outside of my own self-expression—though I hope it may lend inspiration or at least a smile to someone every once in a while—but self-expression is an incredibly underrated form of therapy. And one that doesn’t add to the list of pills and doctors bills I’ve got going for me.
So back to music-sharing and the occasional thought-sharing. Let’s rock!