The Science of Beginnings

New beginnings leave a strange sensation. I say new because this is not the first time I've had a blog. Back in the days of yore (and by that I simply mean those pubescent-tortured-(life's so hard on me. The guy I like hasn't noticed me yet! What do I wear? Am I fat? Is that a PIMPLE?!)-gotta-catch-em'-all days of high school). If I remember correctly, it was a xanga. I feel xangas defined many past generations' high school experiences. Of course, myspace was included in that loop (we will always carry a torch for you, Tom). But before myspace accounts and classic myspace photo uploads (you know the ones), there was xanga. I revisited my xanga account recently. Rereading over some of those posts, I could hardly identify with the person who wrote them. There was such a strong desire to fit in, to please readers, that the writing just came off as awkward. I was a bit taken aback that this was who I used to be. That's nothing new of course. There are moments in life when we're forced to look back (the surprise discoveries, the time traveling capsule filled with secrets from the past). When we do, it's like we're meeting a stranger we know we've met before but whose name we can't remember. That's what it felt like reading some of my xanga posts. Now I'm beginning a new blog, one reflecting my interests in writing and the adventures I have along the way. Happy travels!