33 and beyond

I have been thinking for a while about starting a personal blog.

I worried that it might just be another “thing” to keep me busy when I am supposed to be prioritising rest and doing less. I sprinted through academia at the cost of my personal and social identity. Who am I without the accolades? What do I actually like to do? What food do I love, and why? What are my pet peeves?

I started answering some of these questions in the thirty-second year of my life on this rock.

Ok, tangent over.

I kept thinking, who would read my blog when there are already so many out there? I am pretty boring and mid. Just a mono black Brit. What would I even put in it?

It could be a replica of my old blog, the one I created when I was eighteen or nineteen, when I thought I could start a little lifestyle blog. Makeup hauls. Artistic photos taken with a DSLR camera. I really thought I was cute. How delusional.

This blog, though, was never meant to be a lifestyle blog. I want it to be a record. A place to put my thoughts on anything I feel like sharing.