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We’ve Endured So Many Changes On Medium But Now, I’m Asking Myself “Why Am I Here?”
Can I get through this rough patch, weather another storm, glitch, or whatever this is?
Quiet, that’s what I’ve been on this platform lately. Writing, that’s what I’ve been doing. Watching. Wondering.
Questioning: “What’s going on? Why am I here?”
And it’s the same thing I do whenever a relationship heads down a complicated path I don’t understand.
Growing up, my mom and stepdad would spin records from their vinyl record collection. One particular artist, Al Green, stayed in the rotation.
Al Green was one of the voices that soundtracked our Saturday mornings—cleaning the house, the smell of pancakes in the air, and lyrics lingering long after the music stopped. Songs like “Love and Happiness” and “Let’s Stay Together” taught me about the highs and lows of relationships, even before I understood what love really was.
Off subject, when my mom and stepdad divorced, my mom kept the record collection.
Right now, as I write, it feels like Al Green is playing in the background again. In many ways, this essay is about a relationship too — my relationship with Medium.