Apparently everyone’s got a book in them, and so for a while I contemplated quitting my job as a corporate lawyer, moving to a Spanish-speaking country, and working in a dog sanctuary while penning my magnum opus. 

But after careful consideration I’ve opted instead to nearly live out my dream by starting a blog from an overpolished, overpriced hotel bar in Dublin. My therapist said this would be the more “measured” thing to do and anyway they say Gen Z has revived cassette tapes and digital point-and-shoot cameras (and, with that, the aesthetic perils of flash photography), so surely traditional blogs are the next target of the Renaissance.

I don’t know what the overall vision for this thing is. It’ll probably be the multimedia equivalent of an Instagram dump (looks and sounds nonchalant while in fact being extremely chalant). I also don’t know how long I’ll keep it up; God knows there’s an abandoned cringeworthy creative project out there for every existential crisis I’ve had. In fact, I tried three email addresses (ClassPass free trials innit) to get this up and running because it turns out I have WordPress accounts associated with the other two (what and also yikes). Above all, I don’t know how many people will actually go through the good old fashioned steps of visiting a webpage unprompted. 

I do know that:

despite being excruciatingly slow at it, I love writing;

I also love drawing and taking photos;

I also love sharing my attempts at all three of these things with the people I value the most (and who will indulge me no matter what);

it’s so easy to let hobbies fall by the wayside when you’re working a real life adult job; and yet

no one is going to thank you for sacrificing the things that you love.

So this is a thing I’m trying.

Thank you for reading my first post. Stay tuned to find out if it’ll also be my last x