The gauntlet has been dropped

I have been toying with the idea of creating a new blog since the world shut down in March 2020. We were obviously living in historic times and the psychologist in me saw a perfect opportunity for an experiment. We know memory changes over time. We have seen it time and time again when people recall where they were and what they were doing at a historic moment. But when the opportunity arises to verify their memory from contemporaneous records, they are very often wrong.

I wanted to document my experience during this historic time in history. And I tried. I tried journaling. I tried posting on social media and storing the posts. I even set up this blog. But it turns out that writing is not my primary coping outlet. Crafting is. So nothing happened.

But I may have found a loophole in my brain’s resistance to writing. Yesterday, my friend Cami challenged her friends to start blogging again. And I love a challenge. So I am going to try my best to blog 3x a week for the next 31 days. Her challenge was for weekdays, but why set myself up for failure? I already know that writing isn’t my go-to activity. Given the current state of the world, I wanted to give myself some leeway to take a day off to process. Or craft. Or just cuddle my beasties.

Wish me luck.