While I’m no stranger to poorly written paragraphs, this would be the first time I’ve dedicated a time and space on the internet to record my life. I’ve always viewed social networks like Myspace and Facebook as a way to interact with people. While I do realize that these avenues evolve into other things such as “sharing” and “following”, I’ve always found it rather inappropriate for me to post 800 words on someone’s wall or to clutter someone’s stream with yet another picture of my dog.
Instead, I’ve decided to start a journal for my family to know what I’ve been up to. It’s a good excuse for me to disconnect and reflect on my day and my family reaps the benefit knowing just exactly how I convince myself that my life isn’t really that mundane (it is). I guess what I’m saying is that I’m doing this for myself, but I’ve somehow convinced myself that I’m doing it for my family so I’m forced to stick with it. Whatever works, I say.
That being said, let us begin.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. It’s Glen.