Some unstructured thoughts on the coming year, in true “If I Had More Time, I Would Have Written a Shorter Letter” format. This year is probably the year I have run the least in the last 10 years. While similar in latitude to Austin, running in Florida is just a whole different beast. The humidity is awful and there is such a dearth of parks and trails. But I (after at least 2 years of dilly dallying) finally signed up for the Masters Swim class at my local state college and have been swimming twice a week since September. And I re-registered for next semester plus Saturday mornings.

My introduction to blogging came to me in a very critical time in my life. I was 22 and recently widowed and was living with a friend and then a lover in Toronto. I was jobless and near homeless and it wasn’t nearly as traumatic or romantic as it sounds. But everything was liminal and I needed something and the newly born world of blogging was arising just as I had found myself with enough computer skills to dip in a toe.

I’m craving an outlet of some kind. I want to write and share. And I want to DO more things worth sharing and writing about. I guess the question is what? And where to start. The landscape of sharing online is so much different. Polyfurcated. I just need to pick somewhere(s) to start and see how it goes. Cross-posting should be easy with all the tools we have these days.

I think many of us are in a similar place – emotionally, mentally, politically, etc. And for me, I’m not trying to swim anymore, but I’ve reverted the conserve energy and float method of attempted survival. I don’t know. I’ve built a whole persona and career and life around being online. I blogged before it was popular, got married to a dude I met in a goth chatroom (and later to a guy I met via the Salon/Bust.com “personals”. HAH.