I should start off by saying that this particular post is mostly for me. And it’s all about me. I’ve made it a public declaration because social pressure is a wonderful motivator. If I know you know, then I’m much more likely to do whatever it is I said I would do. Okay, now that we’re clear on that, on to my declaration.
I’ve been here before. Through the years I’ve struggled with how to maintain my many personas (dad, husband, writer, philosopher, careerist, creative madman). I’ve tried several different options, including a pseudonymous blog, as well as various permutations of work, personal, and special-interest blogs (and Twitter accounts). At one point I was trying to maintain four blogs and three twitter accounts. At the time it made perfect sense. In hindsight, it was just plain stupid. What’s more, it didn’t even work. Mostly because I have a very hard time separating myself from my self to the extent necessary to make it work.
Plus, that’s a LOT of blogging, tweeting, and general maintenance. A lot.
But it really came down to authenticity. I just can’t write about topics using only part of myself. It always felt so artificial, so forced.
So I’m done with that. For good. This will be my blog now, and everything I feel like writing about will go here. From work, to writing, to philosophy, to family, I will post what strikes me as interesting or noteworthy. One rule-bender: I will occasionally cross-post on Hole in the Fence, the blog I started with my mom—and which she now maintains, bless her. That project is both noteworthy and worthwhile.
On a side note, I can’t believe how relaxed and energized I feel since I made the decision to consolidate. One twitter account. One blog. One offline writing project. And an explosion of creativity and drive. Now I just need the discipline to stay focused.
To that end, I’m off to put the little ones to sleep and do some writing. Wish me luck. About the new focus part, not the putting the kids to bed part. I’ve got that down like science. Except when I fall asleep (which is about half the time). Then I…what? I’m stalling? Okay, okay, I’m going. Sheesh. Slavedriver.