Just get something on the page; that’s what this process is really about. It doesn’t have to be perfect; just write something and keep going.

I must write this article. If only because it has been over two years since my last post. It isn’t going to be about anything or be wonderfully written. What a relief it is though. Just get something on the page. That’s all this thing is really about. Write something.

When I began this website, I had envisioned it sprawling pages of articles, thoughts, reviews, critiques, what you have. The first few posts were of a slight political nature, looking for some fantasized middle ground. Well, there won’t be any more of that. I have sworn off reading the news, following along with anything at all really. Reading, writing, exercising and just being present in my life is now my goal.

If this country wants chaos, let them have it. No longer will I subscribe to it. I won’t give a newspaper the reward of my attention after what they’ve pulled. I don’t need it in my life. In the future, I’ll expand on my choice about this, but as of now I’m just writing an article so I can post it and tell myself “Okay, you’ve put something up there.”

After abandoning social media, news, and pretty much any interaction through the Internet, it doesn’t exactly make sense to keep posting on a website that I do – as of exactly now – no sort of promoting or even encouraging others to read. For a long time that felt disappointing that I couldn’t even get close friends to read this, but now? Now, it is a relief. Who cares what I write or post and that is not a bad thing at all.

Not that I have a wide range of out-there beliefs, but it is comforting to know that I can just fill up these pages with anything and not take a moment’s thought to who might read it and what they might think. Just write.

Of the opinions of those who I care for, I don’t know why I sought their approval for so long. It isn’t that I don’t value their opinion, but why hold it above anything else or even my own? I guess, it felt like how could a stranger be interested in anything I have to create if those close to me show no interest? But in this past week of disconnection, I am coming to realize that no one’s opinion is important. That cannot be the reason to create. It needs to come from within, come out and rest easy onto the page. I do not feel tethered to any group of friends, and I haven’t for some time. Hell, I don’t think I ever was. I always felt like an outsider that they let into the circle if only to show their own charitable contribution.

I don’t hold anything against them, but barely any of them have ever given any regard or thought to the things that actually matter to me. None of them have ever asked how my job is going. Or what sort of things do I like to do? Not one. I try to find common ground and fill any empty space with questions about themselves in hopes that they will get the hint and ask me about myself, but none do.

So, what’s the use in caring about what this article is about? Ones that follow can have meaning. Maybe some of them will even be good and worth reading.

But this one is just to do it. To break the empty streak. To just write.