Tonight, I spent about an hour putting the finishing touches on this blog. Plunking a widget here and tweaking some CSS there—making it all line-up to look just right and to feel just right.
After fifteen years of writing for an audience online (I can’t in good conscience call it blogging, since that word didn’t wasn’t born until much later) I still love the feeling of an empty site. It’s really the same anticipation I feel when I open a blank journal, minus the crazy-good smell of fresh paper.
I’m right in the middle of one of my restless spells, and that means I’m chock-full of inspiration and intention and even though I have seven loads of laundry piled in the next room, I’ll probably keep right on with my digital housekeeping tonight.
It’s so much easier to make everything look just right and feel just right when it’s not living and breathing and so very prone to imperfection.
Slide a smiling-selfie here, add a few social buttons there.
I know that I hide myself online. It isn’t that I spend every moment plugged-in, because I don’t, but I do spend enough time working and playing and being social while bathed in the white-glow of a monitor that I can admit the routine makes me feel a bit warm and fuzzy inside.
It feels like a physical space where I can curl up like a cat in a sunny windowsill.
I like making my digital space look nice, and I like seeing the one out of 57 low res iPhone shots where I don’t look like an extra on The Walking Dead staring back at me.
It makes me feel like I have it together in some small way, even though I don’t really have it together in any small way.
Also… new blog, yo!