I wrote my first blog post 12 years ago. It’s here, somewhere, but like everything else from that time in my life, it’s not worth reading. I was a 32-year-old father of two kids with ambition and dreams and no idea what to write about. The last part is still true, but I’m 12 years older, I have one less kid, and my dreams they are a dyin’, one by one. I wouldn’t say I wasted the last one and a quarter decades. I’ve progressed along the regular, normal path for a man of my socio-economic status. I’ve successfully wrangled a kid into college, thereby achieving at least half of my parenting goals. And I’ve outlived my father by eight years and counting. I say all those things somewhat in jest, but in my heart I’m pretty glad to still be alive, and I’m extremely proud of my kiddo, and the things that she has done and will do.
I say all of this to preface my semi-annual (or perhaps bi-annual) resolution to think about starting to consider maybe trying to write semi-frequently again. For those of you following along in your hymnals, you know that I recently “blogged” about my family’s trip to Hawaii. I slipped back into a comfortable place while describing our adventures, and when the last post (still not published) was written, I felt a tinge of remorse. I wanted to keep going. Part of that, I’m sure, stems directly from wanting to live indefinitely a life that was worth writing about. In my normal, everyday life, I don’t get much opportunity to ride horses or visit waterfalls or photograph beaches.
Still, perhaps there are things that I can pull from my every day that might seem interesting. I recently visited a blog about hot chocolate. That sounds, on the surface, like a topic that would quickly play out. But the author weaves interesting bits of her life into the posts, and somehow talking about hot chocolate becomes enlightening, inspiring, and occasionally just a little too relevant to my own thoughts and fears.
So, having been inspired in such a manner, I began to evaluate my situation. I do travel quite a bit. Not to Hawaii, necessarily – more often to places like Boise and Albuquerque – but I believe now that it is not so much the subject of the writing, but the writing itself, that is the important thing. I also garden once in a while. Sometimes I sing karaoke. All these things are in my brain, and need to be out in the world.
What I’m trying to say, finally, is welcome to the new, improved, Write Jay Write of 2016 and beyond. WJW 3.5, if you will. I will be responsible for holding my own feet to the fire, but you’re welcome to prod me along if you feel I’m slacking. As with previous pronouncements, this post in no way indicates that I’ll write anything any time soon. This is simply a good reset point, so that I have something to which I can refer when, in another 12 years, I sit down to write a similar post.
Thanks, as always, for sticking with me all this time.