I haven't had a blog since a livejournal back about seven years ago. Most of that was about my woeful (in my mind only) life and how horrible it was being in the friend zone. I would like to think I've grown up. Especially about things posted online where the whole world can see.
I have always used writing as a release. I feel the need to get those thoughts down on paper (or the interwebs in this case) Mostly for myself. If no one ever reads them, it doesn't change much. I'm not sure if I'll ever share these anyway.
Maybe who my grandfather was explains this a bit. Last year I came across a book of his old columns. He was an editor and columnist for the Flint Journal in the 70s and 80s. Someone was good enough to bring together more or less a "greatest hits" book. It was a great way to see a part of a man I sadly never got to know. He passed away when I was only about two. As I did not get to have a close connection with that part of my family as a kid, it was also a great way to get those old family stories I had missed out on. The most moving piece of writing was a column that turned out to be a love letter to my grandma. It was his last column, and published only a few days before his death. Talk about heavy stuff.
I don't know how often I'll write. I don't know if I'll ever share. But at least this option is here.
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