I was going to write about how I’ve been else-net all this time and am trying to start again here, but I’ve written that before. Including two months ago.

I’ve struggled for a long time — the consequence of which is the dearth of posts here — about how to present myself online. That’s based in a belief that my natural offline self isn’t fit for public consumption, and that what I have to present elsewhere is the radio edit, so to speak. And despite the fact that this blog has been mostly silent for two years (twice as long as it was active), I thought the peoples expected Shakespeare. What peoples were still reading, anyway.

But the truth of the matter is that this site is mine, to do with as I please, and if I’m done talking about Shakespeare? My seven RSS readers can choose to keep reading or stop. I don’t have to edit myself.

That’s been a big revelation to me.

So has the dwindling pull of the internets. Matt and I went to see our families in Michigan over Thanksgiving, and I was surprised to find that I didn’t itch to be online, nor did that itch necessarily return when we got back home. Catching up became a chore, not a treat. And I’m not into continuing things I used to like when I stop liking them.

I can’t tell what the future holds. I’m kinda frustrated with the number of “starting on Monday, things are gonna change” posts I’ve made here. But I am determined to put down roots elsewhere online. Eventually, those roots will take hold.