After a few solid years of not blogging, I decided to get back to it. Hopefully, all it takes is some good behavior design to get me to blog consistently - scheduling it into my day, building in some daily triggers (reminders), keeping track of metrics (how consistently I post), starting with a few microsteps when I'm tired/stuck (writing just a title and a few sentences in chunks over the course of a day) throwing in some social proof, maybe a dash of gameification, a touch of motivation, a few twists to ensure my triggers don't get repetitive, a bit of reframing and a few motivational spikes here, shaken not stirred, and voila a recipe for blogging discipline... in theory.
OK, so why start blogging again? Why devote the brain cycles, time and energy? I figured it what be a good way to capture, frame and share my thoughts, and track what I do/think.
In order to be a bit melodramatic, I decided to commemorate the first ever blog post I wrote (almost two years ago now) by writing a sequel, which serves the additional purpose of lowering the expectations for a rusty blogger, because no one expects a sequel to be any good. (I watched matrix revolutions a few days ago, when I was supposed to be packing for my flight back from Stanford to India, and it pretty much corroborated that theory).
So here it is, my hopefully-not-short-lived, adventurous, over enthusiastic foray into blogging, or reblogging if the case may be. I shall try to spell correctly, use grammar and not use big words in completely wrong contexts, but I make no promises and I take no prisoners - not really sure what that's supposed to mean, but it sounded purposeful, like it was meant to mean something, so it can stay. I didn't mention anything about trying to use catchy phrases in places where they actually make sense, so I'm off the hook, ha. And with that mildly tangential ramble I'm going to end my first stab at my archaeologically excavated blogging ambitions, may your whiskers be long and majestic and the smell of your toenail clippings like rain on freshly cut penguins. (I also didn't mention anything about my catchy phrases making sense...).
OK, so why start blogging again? Why devote the brain cycles, time and energy? I figured it what be a good way to capture, frame and share my thoughts, and track what I do/think.
In order to be a bit melodramatic, I decided to commemorate the first ever blog post I wrote (almost two years ago now) by writing a sequel, which serves the additional purpose of lowering the expectations for a rusty blogger, because no one expects a sequel to be any good. (I watched matrix revolutions a few days ago, when I was supposed to be packing for my flight back from Stanford to India, and it pretty much corroborated that theory).
So here it is, my hopefully-not-short-lived, adventurous, over enthusiastic foray into blogging, or reblogging if the case may be. I shall try to spell correctly, use grammar and not use big words in completely wrong contexts, but I make no promises and I take no prisoners - not really sure what that's supposed to mean, but it sounded purposeful, like it was meant to mean something, so it can stay. I didn't mention anything about trying to use catchy phrases in places where they actually make sense, so I'm off the hook, ha. And with that mildly tangential ramble I'm going to end my first stab at my archaeologically excavated blogging ambitions, may your whiskers be long and majestic and the smell of your toenail clippings like rain on freshly cut penguins. (I also didn't mention anything about my catchy phrases making sense...).
