Mikes Writing

Less of some things

I started back on Mastodon some weeks ago after deleting my account. I felt I had reached some point with it and there was nothing else I could possibly want there. After that, I missed some of the people and the hashtags I loved to follow so I went back.

The last few mornings I’ve felt this sense of unease with some of it. Like whatever I find there seems to not be what I need or want anymore. One thing I’ve felt is more focused and wanting the blog as the place of some minor truth in my life. Where things start for me or end up. The daily journaling is really where things start. In the mornings, after the little automation runs and I get a markdown file at 3am, I have the day waiting for me. It’s a blank slate that Cambodia chooses to fill in how it wants. That continues through mornings until about 730 or 8am. At that point, I feel I have found the things, written a few down.

This morning I published one blog post I wanted to do but felt this sense of wanting to tell how I feel about using social media these days. I just don’t have the urge any longer to give time to the fediverse. So its easy to delete a shortcut for the web app I use. I also deleted the connection that posted my blogs to the fediverse. This happened automatically and sometimes I feel my life is not an automatic thing. Its a choice thing. I choose the morning writing. I choose when I want to write a second post or whatever on a day.

It’s one reason why I went back to using 11ty and GitHub and Netlify for this with my domain. Some of this is the sense of creation and maintenance but there’s also choice. I choose what it is I do to make a thing. I enjoy watching some of the youtubers now who have made choices on their lives. People choose to pull away from a society that gives them little and want some choice in the what and where of their lives. I felt that way years ago when I left. I wanted to make my own choices. I failed and succeeded at things before.

Now perhaps more silently I find the same mechanism choosing to not do social media. Instead to just write here and let this be the guide to moments, memories, and experiences. It is my place. Just like the hidden forest glen where Sam on YouTube finds his peace. We all find it in different places. Some of the things we must pull away from to find the little bits of life underneath it all or hiding in plain sight.

I don’t know I will just to back. I still have the account. Something it is lacking though. Some feeling. This writing is the place for me though. It has been in some way where things start and finish. I find the bits and bytes of a daily life I feel I can define just a bit. Soon it will be a coffee out. How about if I take you along and give you that view when I go?

morning coffee

This morning I cast about for some reason thinking it was raining. Instead a beautiful morning in this kingdom so time to walk. The walk today took me through a local market and down to Ur Cafe. A nice place to stop. And start. Starting writing on my feeling of being done with some things.

Ur Cafe

This is my time. And your time. It’s quiet here on a Saturday morning so I get the comfy chair. Quiet here and busy just there. I’ll take it.

I’m feeling better with little decisions about spending time on social media. A place I no longer fit inside. Instead this blog seems to offer it all. My home base. My place. Truly less and more of things.