pilot. kickoff. outset.
you can call it what you want. i don’t mind. but this is it. we can still be friends no matter what term you choose.
i don’t know what the right way to start things is. frankly, i’m not sure if i’ve ever been good at beginnings, even in a younger age when most things stood ahead of me in a haze of possibility – a whole shelf full of beginnings. i’m not that far off from an age now where people start to poke fun at your age. i still remember being on the other, younger, side of having fun poked at my age. but unfortunately that doesn’t disqualify me from this round. everything gets old. even beginnings.
maybe you’re already tired of this beginning. maybe i am too?
beginnings usually revolve around “maybes.” so maybe things that may happen here are musings, mind dumps, and rantings on spirituality, music, religion, faith, politics, baseball, etc. i’m ok with feeling my way through it if you are.
if this is starting to feel reminiscent of a xanga or a livejournal, i guess it is? i don’t remember having a xanga or a livejournal when those were “the way” of doing this. which is probably good. i can be embarrassed at this in twenty years without currently having to be embarrassed about whatever i would have written in those. this will probably carry a similar amount of emo with it, anyway. (by the way, my autocorrect just changed “xanga” to “Canva” and reminded me that I’m getting farther from the young side of having my age made fun of).
words. images. lyrics. life. call it what you want.
you don’t have to join me every time. but i hope you’ll check in now and then if you don’t.
– aaron
pilot. kickoff. outset.
you can call it what you want. i don’t mind. but this is it. we can still be friends no matter what term you choose.
i don’t know what the right way to start things is. frankly, i’m not sure if i’ve ever been good at beginnings, even in a younger age when most things stood ahead of me in a haze of possibility – a whole shelf full of beginnings. i’m not that far off from an age now where people start to poke fun at your age. i still remember being on the other, younger, side of having fun poked at my age. but unfortunately that doesn’t disqualify me from this round. everything gets old. even beginnings.
maybe you’re already tired of this beginning. maybe i am too?
beginnings usually revolve around “maybes.” so maybe things that may happen here are musings, mind dumps, and rantings on spirituality, music, religion, faith, politics, baseball, etc. i’m ok with feeling my way through it if you are.
if this is starting to feel reminiscent of a xanga or a livejournal, i guess it is? i don’t remember having a xanga or a livejournal when those were “the way” of doing this. which is probably good. i can be embarrassed at this in twenty years without currently having to be embarrassed about whatever i would have written in those. this will probably carry a similar amount of emo with it, anyway. (by the way, my autocorrect just changed “xanga” to “Canva” and reminded me that I’m getting farther from the young side of having my age made fun of).
words. images. lyrics. life. call it what you want.
you don’t have to join me every time. but i hope you’ll check in now and then if you don’t.
– aaron