Reinventing Myself to Come Back to Myself

Just how many times have I reinvented myself?  It's hard to say.  I've changed career paths a half dozen times in my life.  I've moved states three times, getting ready for a fourth in a couple of years.  I've written four different blogs, counting this one.  I've dabbled in a handmade card business.  Attempted a marketing business under the ideas of others' influence.  I abandon things when I lose interest or get bored.  Yet here I sit at the crossroads of reinvention and coming back to something I used to love.

I wrote recently about Sharing Without Social Sharing Without Social.  About kicking Insta to the curb and being unsure of making a home on Substack.  The truth of the matter is that I really need to come back to writing and sharing for the sake of my own enjoyment, not because it's the latest place to share or an algorithm tells me this is what gets the clicks.  Doing it because I enjoy having a record of what I've created, found joy in, and the journeys I've taken.  I relish sharing my voice on what interests me at the moment, not what's trending or new or getting the most hearts and thumbs.  

I started The Porch Postscript ages ago.  I have published and deleted posts over the years.  I even abandoned it for a time while I focused on other things.  It's been here waiting for me to sweep the cobwebs out and brush the dust off the chairs.  The worn boards of the proverbial poarch long for bare feet on warm summer days.  There are so many deep conversations I long to have with a friend, over a cup of tea while we listen to the breeze in the trees, and the birds sing their morning song.  

Years ago I wrote a blog, and after five years of writing, I took it down.  I deleted it, and the only way you can find my old posts now is to use the Way Back Machine and do a search.  I wrote mostly about food, shared recipes, and shared snippets of the creative things I was doing at the time.  We lived in Missouri when I started it.  I had no job and needed an outlet.  When we moved to Texas I kept writing the same blog, continuing to write, but the move to Alaska killed my mojo.  We'd moved three times in four years, things were harder in Alaska at that point in my life and something had to give.

We still live in Alaska 12 years later, but our time here is short now.  We're winding down our time and will be moving in two years.  I feel compelled to write again, about some of the same things, but in a different way.  In a way that's more of a conversation and less of a niche focus.  It's time for me to come back to myself.  It's time for me to write for the sake of writing.