When Talking Isn’t Enough

I know, I know—starting a blog in 2025 feels a bit like showing up to a party after everyone’s left. But here I am, feeling a little creative and inspired by a late-night chat with a friend. Funny how ideas sneak up on you.

I remember this English lesson from middle school that talked about the internet, Google, and blogging. It all sounded so cool back then. I never really followed up on it, until now. And honestly, I’m surprised I even remember that class.

I don’t think I fully understand what blogging is “supposed” to be, but I’m not too worried about that. I’m treating this space like a not-so-personal diary, just something to turn to when posting or talking to people doesn’t quite cut it. Just a quiet place to express myself.

I did not mean to have a post that introduces the blog but if that's where this is heading then– hey, welcome to the blog!😊

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