09/09/23

Really, I should have started this blog months ago. I had a mind to, but I just never got round to doing it. Or, rather, I actively avoided trying to.

I didn’t think that I was a creative enough individual to have a blog. Or that my writing wasn’t good enough. Or maybe my life just wasn’t so interesting.

And while I doubt that anyone will read what I post here, I think that having this space to just write, whatever I want, whenever I want, and maybe take the time to describe what happened in a day – or what happened in a week – is so entirely freeing that I will try and keep this blog going for as long as I can manage.

There’s a multitude of things that I want to post here. I like to draw and I’m certainly trying to write. I’d like to start taking pictures and I have an interest in learning some instruments. I’ll try and keep motivated to do all those things, though I don’t really have a particular direction that I’d like to take this, only that it’ll be a journey.

An odyssey, if you will.

I write this first post in the bell tower of a repurposed church in northernmost Nova Scotia, Canada, and, I won’t lie – I worry that when I return home and need to join back into the race of life and find a big person job in the big person world, that I won’t have the time to post here much at all.

It makes me again regret not creating this blog sooner, for I have done a lot and experienced so much in just the few months that I’ve been away.

But some people say that everything happens for a reason; so maybe this is the best time for me to start a blog.

And I suppose we’ll see what becomes of it.