There are a lot of phrases in the English language that depict the idea of starting over
I think perhaps this is because it’s such a common theme in humanity. The cyclical nature of life and experience makes itself present in strange ways. Recently, my blog was hacked. Yeah, weird. By Azerbaijani hackers nonetheless. They deleted all of my content and replaced it with some hateful phrases toward Armenians and images and the like (thank gosh my sister checked out my blog and told me). They didn’t target me, they targeted my server who houses a lot of .am addresses. Anyway. I learned my lesson on not keeping backups of my site (cough blogger friends).
I got pretty depressed about the whole thing, I mean who knows who looked at my site and saw pictures of nude indigenous people and the lovely phrase “fuck Armenians,” but I lost a whole year of content. The whole history of me starting a blog, starting design, starting photography. Clean slate. New beginning. Fresh start. Rebirth.
I’m okay with starting over now though. There is actually a bright side to this whole mess. My life has changed in the past few months, my spirit or essence or persona or whatever, has revolutionized, or still is revolutionizing, rather. Anyway. It’s a great way to reassess what I want to express. This little corner of the Internet is where I have spent countless hours constructing posts of my thoughts, my feelings, my inspiration and it has given me not only a release, but purpose. I know that seems a tad silly, seeing as it’s a blog, not a religion, but it’s my “thing,” as it were.
You see, the first year of blogging showed me a lot about what I want this to be. I redesigned it, tried out several types of articles (some more successful than others) and feel like maybe I have a slightly deeper view of what I’m trying to make. Over the upcoming weeks, I’m going to do some restructuring and redefining, but I’m just rambling now. I know that there’s a high likelihood that no one actually cares about this blabber, but I’m putting it out there, because that’s what this is all about right? You get to look into my carefully curated expressive journal and thusly get stuck reading my semi-narcissistic circuitous jabber.
If you read all that, thank you. If you didn’t, good for you winner. Glad someone is productive around here.