Say a few words about myself.

I don’t know if I can.

Maybe I’m writing this blog to find out who I am.

Maybe I’ll erase everything I’ve written here because I’ll hate it.

I hate it already.

I started this blog in July 2021. I tried to recall what was going through my mind at the time. I start things and don’t finish them or even continue with them. A habit.

This morning I searched for blog platforms, pondering the pros and cons of Substack and Medium. Then I remembered that I had this WordPress blog. I’ve been paying for it without using it. Another habit. Like the tags on unworn clothes in my closet. Untouched pencils, pens, and brushes. Blank notebooks.

Why ruin the promise?

I’m not sure why I am writing this on a blog. I could just do a journal or something else private. I don’t expect anyone to read it.

But a part of me wants to do it, so I’ll do it as long as it lets me.