Why I still value my blog after 10 years

Contemplating my relevance, personal evolution, and potential future direction for 4 minutes.

I am suspicious of all compliments

3 min read on how I trust no one. Not even myself.

4 min read about how yay! new job but boo! what if I never write again. Back and forth woes.

2 min quickie checking in and explaining where this bloggy shenanigan is headed

Quick 5 min read about cat weight loss because my cat is healthier than me. You can laugh. *sniff* It’s funny.

5 min story about a dramatic phone call. Light-hearted, chilled rage.

5 minutes of descriptive prose of my new cat’s first week with me.

800 words of confused Olympic joy.

Quickie 2 min read about that dread you feel every Sunday evening.

8 min ramble about fitness goals, consistency and smugness and how none of it will last.

5 min read about weight fluctuations and the winter funk.

4 min read about normal things.

3 hours and four bleeding fingers later, I had a mask. It was… clumsy. And frayed. And wonky. But it was mine.

“We are writing in response to your recent decision to go for a run along the canal.”

There’s this gleam in his eye that could burn planets. I need to draw the line somewhere.