It’s that time. To kick myself up a level and admit that autonomy in a sea of monotony might be of value.

The Sage above had a blog. That was another lifetime ago - social media was in its infancy and I was learning to code via MySpace customizations.

I’ve always loved writing. But the blog of an 18/19/20 year old gal is exhausting. I mostly over-detailed the events of my life, including but not limited to

Sex

Party recaps

Cheap Travel

Opinions

Attempts at humor

My old blogs are still a source of cringe for me. I actively shudder at some of those erstwhile documentations. But I also suffered consequences from those blogs, and learned from those documented mistakes. I don’t regret my past actions; I regret my lack of filter.

I once wrote a blog about a new job I’d just started that week. I detailed what I loved about it, hated about it, and exciting secrets about it. I was promptly fired the next morning. Turns out it’s frowned upon to write about your place of employment in detail and proper names. All so 10 people could skim it?

I wrote a blog about that time I had sex in the bathroom of a NYC harbor cruise wedding. That wasn’t well received by my then-boyfriends family.

I did an entire series about the Bizarre foods with Andrew Zimmern show. I spelled his name “Zimmerman” approximately 30 times in that blog. Fact checking/qa was not a part of my process.

So why start again? I spent the last half of a decade privatizing my life. Partly due to the hard lessons I’d learned a hard way, but mostly due to my daughter. Does she deserve a life where her mom has no secrets? No filter? No shame?

Finding the happy middle ground is the style I’m going to target here. The personal branding that is a true curation of my interests, talents, favorites, styles, and maybe some advice. If I’m a subject matter expert of anything it’s of my taste and aesthetic. That I do love to show off.

So won’t you join me while I find some footing?