Going through work archives is like taking a trip through your mind, time traveling to a place and time that was. More than the nostalgia, it’s a reflection of the present that slowly hits you - what you’ve carried with you and what you’ve left behind.
Over the past year, I’ve spent time thinking about where this blog is headed. It’s absolutely crucial that our work has some purpose, a direction of any sort. But what good is it if this direction be chosen by a crude system where creativity is measured by numbers and reality is lost in fabricated norms set by others? The restrictions of these labels have only begun weigh me down; the so called blogging rules like a splotch on my canvas.
Now, what I once called my “blog” is my blank sheet of paper. A paper that I run wild with, wherever my thoughts take me. Creating, self-learning and growing - slowly but contently.
So here I go back, to a September afternoon somewhere between summer and winter, where rules were beginning to be broken.