The battle of the blogs

Dear Blogspot,

You are currently being beaten out by my tumblr. I've posted an additional 2-3 things on it that I have not cross-posted.

There's not much reason for it - you're both pretty easy to navigate and use. You both have good apps for drafting blogs in transit. Tumblr is better interfaced with instagram/twitter etc but that doesn't particularly sway me since I like more control than that allows. I think tumblr is slightly prettier and I like the micro-blogging concept. However Blogspot is that teensie bit easier to format and play with. And I tend to talk longer than suits microblogging.

All in all - tumblr is a bit sexier. It's even in the name. But I really like that I can follow various friends via the blogspot interface, even if they aren't on the same blog platform. Tumblr, like LJ and other blog platforms only allows me to follow other persons on the same platform.

So...what to do? Close you down? Keep you open only for following other blogs? Shut down tumblr? Split the way that I use you both?

*thinking...*

Day 1 - let's see how this goes shall we?

I've contemplated blogging often. I've had two: one hosted on MySpace and one on LiveJournal. They worked out for a little bit...and then they didn't. I put it down to my big (figurative) mouth. I like to talk, okay? And when I talk, I tend to go long. Too long for regular blogging. Too much time spent writing about life rather than living it. 

Still. Sometimes life moves me with the desire to *say* something (or say *something*). In those moments facebook posts and the odd twitter comment just don't cut it.

This morning I sat on the train and decided to do my morning pages (for a change). After penning some internal rambling onto paper, I decided I would once more start a blog. Baby steps, aiming for regularity, aiming to keep it up for a year. I wanted to start it now, in the vicinity of June Fifteenth. And share the below rambling. It feels appropriate.

Half woman, half child. That's what I am. Not quite fully grown, past impulse. Past plan. Past plan? Why Plan? Who needs to plan? Is life something that happens to us or something we choose? We shape. The roadmap of our lives. Except the map is not always great, the road not always straight, and the fun stuff happens off-road anyway. Even if it means derailment. Going in circles. Aimless, directionless... the accomplishment of nothing. We have a strange relationship with nothing. We fear it yet desire it. Peace. Space. Meaningless existence. A life without worth.

Do I disappoint you? I would hate to disappoint...