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Apologies

Dear Blog,

I miss you. I've neglected you, ignored you and worst of all, pretty much forgotten you.

We used to have such a good time, the two of us. I wrote stuff, and you acepted it. I used you to work stuff out, like a personal diary about different things that interested me, made me laugh, and made me think. I never cared if anyone actually read it, it was really just between you and me. And since you are a blog, it really was just for me.

Then that damn social media guy came 'round, and things changed. At first, it was OK, I still occasionally wrote here, but things heated up over on Facebook and the Twitter. I had to filter my thoughts more because over there, you write for others to react, not for yourself. It feels kinda opposite of what writing here used to be. Plus, its hard to wax poetic in 140 characters, eh?

So, I hope this means I am back. I have an idea of doing a series of blog posts called "20 minutes/1 thought" where I will give myself 20 timed minutes to talk about a single topic. Limiting the time makes this feel doable, sort of a blogging meditation. Slowing my life down to focus one a single topic is deliberate as well. Life with social media is fast, too fast. It doesn't leave time to dwell, reflect, or to think much.

I want that space in my head back, and I'm hoping you, dear blog will give me that opportunity.

Crap, it took me 23 minutes and counting to write this post... gotta go tweet some inanity now!

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