“I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting, but I’m here now,” – Britney Thee Spears.
Honestly, “Break the Ice” is a top tier single from one of the pop album bibles that is known as Blackout. The thing about blogs is, well, they are what you make them out to be. Journals of late night thoughts, recaps of eventful weekends, wistful ruminations, ambitious dreams, lists, unfinished prose, the list goes on. Mine began as many blogs begin – a return to a form of creative expression that arose out of boredom. I was all over blogging in the early-to-mid aughts. Xanga, livejournal, you name it. Even tumblr before it went downhill. But while social media was evolving into the data collecting, dopamine seducing behemoth that it is now, my love of blogging, and writing in general began to wane. Likes, favorites, and pics replaced oxford commas and complete sentences. I began to replace writing with other habits drinking, partying, failed relationshiping, adderalling. All of these began in 2008 – freshman year of college. Looking back, I wonder if the absence of writing contributed to my rise in hedonism. But that’s something to ponder another day with either my therapist (a swamp Spanish oak tree) or Buddha.
Quick life update’s since it’s been awhile:
I lost 30 pounds.
I have returned to the United States. In Louisiana. Back in with my parents. And I couldn’t be happier for the journey to come. I feel a sense of burgeoning entrepreneurship replacing my hedonistic ways. The time calls for embracing the new while recharging in the familiar. To move steady like a meandering bayou. pi ijihui
Thank god Pluto is out of Capricorn.
Laissez les bon temps rouler
From Bayou to Beyond 