Maybe it’s not so surprising that after overdosing on blogging last year I might need a bit of time (erm, again) to step away from the tags and categories for a bit and gain a wee bit of perspective. On the other hand, it could have proved to be rather cathartic had I instead dedicated 10-15min at the start of each day just throwing a few words on on the screen.

But here we are with a fresh coat of paint on Debanter’s template, thus proving that I am motivated greatly by new, pretty things. This won’t be anything new to those who know me and my shopping…”habit”.

How do I want to be represented online? Who knows me for me? Will this impact my perceptions…long term career goals…how I view myself?

I can’t possibly remember what thoughts or questions I had running through my mind every time I made the time to blog on a regular basis four years ago. Not a clue. But somehow I did it and I liked it and I think I could do that again, no?

Perhaps it will help to ease me back into the swing of things if I continue this stream of garbled self-reflection for a few more days.

1. You look spammy.

2. Now I can’t trust you.

3. I don’t want to visit you on another site. I’m on twitter. Here. Twitter.

4. Form emails = bad form – you are no different.

5. I just unfollowed you.

I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me how every day seems to be blending together into one long stream of typing, laughing and thoughtful contemplation. There are ideas floating around in my head that I can’t seem to capture fast enough. But compared to December, this will do. Last month I was just itching to get started with things that I’m so excited about and wish I could mention here. It’s funny how what “is” seems like old news once there is a shiny new-ness right around the corner.

I wasn’t excited for this year. There has been so much economic speculation these last few months and it doesn’t seem to be ending any time soon. I avoided mainstream news before because it felt as though every news item was about an accident or traumatic event. Now I avoid it because if I spend any concerted amount of time reading about how awful things really are, I want to start breathing into a paper bag and hide under the couch.

I’m focusing on the small wins, little battles, and things that are in my control. The rest, I will cautiously observe and try not to think about too much. There are more important things on the agenda.