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I don't know if I'm going to update here anymore.
It's a combination of a lot of things. Using the computer has become somewhat difficult for me. I find that I have a limited amount of focus, although today has taught me that coffeeshops seem to give +5 focus. Maybe if I wander down the street to the Panera more often, I'll update here more often.
I've also found that this journal in particular, ties the old me to the new me in a way that I don't feel entirely comfortable with anymore. It goes back a long way, and makes this assumption that the me I was in 1997 is the same me of today, and really, I'm not.
Some days, I miss livejournal. I miss knowing what's going on in people's lives. I used to take it very seriously. But now that I haven't read a single entry in over six months, it just seems like a weird thing to do. I like living somewhat mysteriously. Living in such a way that if you want to know what's going on, you have to come knocking. Or at the very least, calling.
I like having things to discuss with my friends when I see them. They have no idea what's been going on in my life, nor do I know what changes they've been facing. We have much more involved conversations.
I miss the routine of writing down stuff, the actual journalling of all the various and sundry things that occur to me.
I don't miss the drama. And boy, over the years, have I faced drama over silly little LJ.
I like the freedom that comes from not being tied to a screen for six hours a day. I think a lot of people like LJ because they have jobs that tie them to screens already. I don't, and I like celebrating that fact.
Some days, I'm physically incapable of using lj. That's new.
I don't know. I'll likely not delete the account. Although it's tempting; wiping away years of documentation in a single click. In a way, it would really put a death knell on pre-shamanic me. It's a thought.
If you miss me, I do post to twitter under the same username. I post about once or twice a day most days.
140 characters is doable, especially from my phone.
So, hi. Not dead. Still breathing, living, learning, loving.
It's a combination of a lot of things. Using the computer has become somewhat difficult for me. I find that I have a limited amount of focus, although today has taught me that coffeeshops seem to give +5 focus. Maybe if I wander down the street to the Panera more often, I'll update here more often.
I've also found that this journal in particular, ties the old me to the new me in a way that I don't feel entirely comfortable with anymore. It goes back a long way, and makes this assumption that the me I was in 1997 is the same me of today, and really, I'm not.
Some days, I miss livejournal. I miss knowing what's going on in people's lives. I used to take it very seriously. But now that I haven't read a single entry in over six months, it just seems like a weird thing to do. I like living somewhat mysteriously. Living in such a way that if you want to know what's going on, you have to come knocking. Or at the very least, calling.
I like having things to discuss with my friends when I see them. They have no idea what's been going on in my life, nor do I know what changes they've been facing. We have much more involved conversations.
I miss the routine of writing down stuff, the actual journalling of all the various and sundry things that occur to me.
I don't miss the drama. And boy, over the years, have I faced drama over silly little LJ.
I like the freedom that comes from not being tied to a screen for six hours a day. I think a lot of people like LJ because they have jobs that tie them to screens already. I don't, and I like celebrating that fact.
Some days, I'm physically incapable of using lj. That's new.
I don't know. I'll likely not delete the account. Although it's tempting; wiping away years of documentation in a single click. In a way, it would really put a death knell on pre-shamanic me. It's a thought.
If you miss me, I do post to twitter under the same username. I post about once or twice a day most days.
140 characters is doable, especially from my phone.
So, hi. Not dead. Still breathing, living, learning, loving.