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Notes

tri-ing something new

Just the other day, as I was browsing through a week’s worth of posts, I noticed in the top right hand corner of my dashboard a sad looking (2) marked by my drafts.  For the life of me, I could not remember what I was planning on posting because it had been nearly two months since the last time I attempted to share, as opposed to stalk, on Tumblr.

For awhile I stopped caring about what I was writing.  I started blogging with a goal/theme and have strayed from that.  I lost the point of sharing, and I lost the fun of it.  My focus no longer revolved around what I thought was interesting and relevant to my life, instead I focused on how my post would come across.  Even now, the fact that I am writing an explanation to the reason I have neglected to participate in the blog world is annoying me, but I thought it necessary to explain (more for myself, than the public).  I can’t help but think, who cares.  In the little time I spent consistently (I use that word lightly) posting, I never developed enough of a following to think that if I stopped anyone would notice.  Writing started taking up time that I thought I could better spend, and when I simply had a picture to share, my Blackberry never captured an image well enough to warrant a post, never mind the fact that my Tumblr app never seemed to work correctly and I hated sharing things about myself.  

In that reflection though, I realized that blogging is a good practice which should be less about the above and more about myself.  With that said, with my 25th birthday occurring a week from today, I have decided to revamp my blogging attitude in my upcoming year.  It’s occurring a little early because having this posted to my wall on my birthday seems like it would be a drag.  Plus, it will give me a deadline to change the name of my blog.  It want it to be more clever and less creepy, as I have been told trisomethingnew doesn’t convey me as a person beginning to train for a triathlon who is blogging for the first time, but rather as a sexually curious person interested in a Holy Trinity.