the weekender

And here we are, Sunday evening, sipping pinot gris and returning to this long abandoned space. I found myself reading my old blog today. It was funny, absurd, long winded, sporadically deep and filled with the kind of honest storytelling I love. What happened to that? That’s a rhetorical question. I know exactly what happened to it. Social Media happened. Now don’t worry. I’m not going to launch into a cliche diatribe on the evils of Instagram and the culture of comparison. I never actually suffered from that particular affliction. I think growing up a chubby girl in Los Angeles made me impervious to that sort of thing. No, what I’m talking about is more insidious. Social Media has a way of making the strange seem familiar and the disconnected appear connected.

It is a ruse.

But enough about that…clearly I am heading into diatribe territory. I think what I like most about blogging, if not necessarily blogs themselves, is the space to stretch. Although Instagram allows for fairly long winded posts…I don’t feel comfortable doing that. I am acutely aware that nobody goes to Instagram just for me. They are there to look, maybe like and keep it scrolling. I get it…I feel that way too. My blog is different. If you are here, then you are here for all of this. You know what you’re gonna get…or you’re at least interested in finding out.

I’m interested in finding out too.