Reflections

In looking back at my HaikuMonth posts, I remember that remembering to post every day was the hard part, but that I rarely had difficulty with inspiration. That being said, obliquely worded reflections that sometimes only held meaning to me are not hard to write. It’s been in the week or so since that I’ve struggled to write a post that stated something…anything concrete.

Perhaps my reluctance to share in this way has something to do with the medium. Tweets strike me as ephemeral and fleeting, so I have no problems spouting off random nonsense. I don’t use Facebook because of its permanence (and big brother-ish set-up). In a way, my reluctance also doesn’t make sense to me because this is a platform that I spend money on maintaining–hosting, buying WordPress templates, domain(s). If I spend money on it, my brain tells me that I should use it to say something. So I do…

I use this site to host work samples from my grad school days. I occasionally post inspirational quotes and (other people’s) beautiful photos. I keep up all of this so that when someone searches for my name (or on variations thereof), they find substance–examples of work, artifacts of trips and activities, of a life well-lived instead of wistful ruminations on future dreams…