In May 2018, I completed 4 years of this blog. And while the feeling was incredible and exuberant at the time, it occurred to me that I wasn’t doing enough justice to this space.
It’s a place I love, dearly. It’s a place where I can be completely me and myself. It is the one safe haven (if that is even possible on the internet) where I don’t worry about what people say about me or what I write.
This is also because I don’t do as much as I should to promote the content here. I leave that to the ones who choose to read me.
But, as I get ready for a big step next week in the blogging space, I am tempted to consider shutting this space down. For one thing, keeping this place running costs money. Hosting costs, domain costs etc, which will need to be renewed before the year ends.
At the same time, I am torn and want to keep this place going for the days when I just want to write without thinking too hard about it. I could do that on Medium, where I have a place, but it doesn’t feel quite the same. I feel guilty, like I’ve neglected this second child of mine, in favour of my first blog.
At this point, I haven’t really made a decision, to be honest. This is more of a ‘Should I or shouldn’t I?’ post. I have a couple of months before I need to make that decision, so let’s see where Fate takes me and leads me by the hand.
The writer in me screams at the thought of shutting this down. The pragmatist puts a hand on my shoulder and asks me to face reality. Whom will I listen to?
It’s anybody’s guess.