Why I Deleted My First Post Ten Minutes Later
1. It felt forced. It was written about something that happened yesterday that felt significant at the time. A day later, not so much.
2. I’m thinking I may want to share this writing with students. It did not feel “good enough”.
Now, I am going to post a photo of my dog. He is a four year old Havanese. His name is Jake and I found him in the window of a Manhattan pet store in 2011. I had just returned from a road trip to Key West with my friend, Amina. (I was also experiencing Lexapro withdrawal and a teensy bit drunk from lunch at the Boat Basin with Cathy.) That’s certainly not appropriate either, but the heck with it. It’s the truth. This is how I’m going to begin.