After many years of contemplating whether I should go back to blogging, I finally pushed the yes button today.

Looking back, it doesn’t seem that long when I shared my first few words on the internet for strangers to read. Counting the years though creates a different feeling. It’s been 22 years, more or less. Can’t believe it’s that long already. Putting a number on it made me realize how I spent more than half of my adult life scribbling and doodling in random.

I write for me. I write so I can spell out thoughts I usually keep to myself. But back in the day when I had good readership, I enjoyed the time interacting with total internet strangers. And then I stopped writing. In hindsight, I should have kept all those good memories of my early blogging days.

So maybe I’ll try to write again. I will write mostly for me, but perhaps I can find the time to write something others will enjoy, including strangers like you who’s reading this.