Facebook: a graveyard, for a long time now
Twitter: a dormant volcano
Instagram: a playground, visited daily
WordPress: a sanctuary, a treasure chest
My Instagram account comes alive when I travel, and I must admit I enjoy it so much. It’s so easy to share photographs, and the stream helps to shape the long and involved WordPress post that will eventually come. And I love this process: using the app for the quick and ephemeral, and then later creating and curating something more thoughtful and fit for my archive and online home. I’ve been thinking a lot about how my “blogging” habits have evolved and posting has slowed considerably, especially given that I work for WordPress.com, but it also makes sense to me to treat my website in this careful way — to create something that’s meaningful, that lasts.
I read the internet.
I’m supposed to care.
Or feel inspired.
But I don’t.
It could be apathy.
It could be that I’m in the wrong place.
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I’ve been doing a better job shutting off lately.
The move into this little house has helped.
Before, the screen was something more.
A portal? Nourishment?
Things are changing.
The screen is just a screen.
I’m sitting here, drafting a post for my tiny house blog in another dashboard. Two weeks ago, our little house was delivered to our new location, in the town of Sebastopol. We’re not living in it full-time yet, though have moved and unpacked nearly all of our belongings and have spent the night in it once, last weekend. We’ve connected the water and propane but don’t have power yet, so we have three lanterns for lights and a small Goal Zero solar panel to charge our phones.
It sounds like it’s coming along. But the past few weeks have been very stressful, and while I love how our house looks, the thing has been a nightmare. I’ve told myself a few times, tears falling, that this was a mistake.
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