Thoughtful Comforts

It occurred to me this past week something I didn’t realize before - there’s something comforting about keeping a blog. It’s like giving my thoughts a home. I suppose in a way social media functions as something similar but all too often, it gets corrupted by the whole business of ‘likes’, validation, signaling and worse, the sense of obligation toward friends and family to acknowledge what they post. I quite like being supportive of them but it gets tricky when I can tell they’re performing, pandering or provoking for a response. It chisels away at my respect for them - I have a hard time seeing them in this way.

But a blog mostly avoids all that as simply somewhere to place my collected thoughts and group them in ways independent of chronology.

I also think my thoughts enjoy knowing they have somewhere to go…without getting lost.

For example, I was clearing out some very old boxes today and came across this random page from a small notebook:

April 26, 2010

Gold mosaic bracelet broken when I widened it.

Did not break evenly, but snapped apart in weak metals after

repeated bending & unbending (wear & tear)

I suspect it’s from my dream journal over 10 years ago — and for whatever reason, it was important enough for me to write down and tear out to keep. I don’t know what it is, but I feel better now knowing I can be done with this piece of paper.