Sometimes I feel like all my blog posts will become evidence of some spiral to insanity.

Not necessarily because I think I’m going insane, or will go insane, but because I feel like those are the vibes that my blog is currently giving me. I have 116 posts, with this one it will be 117 posts, and sometimes I look back on the first one– it’s about the cold, I’m fairly certain. It’d been a random test I made when I was still figuring out how WordPress worked, and I’d gone back and edited it because I didn’t know how to delete posts yet, and for a while it was on my page…

alone…

and filled with the default text that more or less read the same thing over and over.

This is the text that your post will have This is the text that your post will have This is the text that your post will have This is the text that your post will have…

They say that insanity is trying the same things over and over, hoping for a different outcome each time. When I said spiral, I meant starting from the latest post down to the bottom. I think over time my writing will change for the better: I’ll develop. I’ll morph. For the good, in my subjective opinion.

Who will look back on all my posts? Maybe some random wanderer who decided to stop by, my children if I decide to have or adopt any. My mother if I die early, my brother if he’s bored.

That’s the thing. Maybe writing a blog post in itself is proof of insanity. I write poetry with the same phrasing and wording, I write blog posts and then I expect something to change at some point– maybe the concept of daily blog posts is just insanity. I expect to do something daily and then I expect something to change. I approach, with anticipation, the topic of repetition. And then I caress it. And with that, I’m happy.

I’m not going to stop though.

I will just keep spiraling.