Just now I was going through my old posts and decided to delete them. I’ve only been blogging for a few months now, but I want to take the craft more seriously. However, a few of my old posts made me realize the sad sack of shit I had become. I had just moved to Japan, and at the time ultimately believe I was battling depression without even knowing it. My writing consisted of my sad soliloquies of how I met this girl and missed out on the chance to date her, or how I was all alone on my 26th birthday with nobody to celebrate with. It was awful, and reading through those posts made me cringe a bit. It’s been at least 4 months since I last blogged, but I’ve decided to finally get back into the game. I set a little goal of at least 200 words a day which is very doable, and quite easy. I’m still finding my voice as a writer, deciding what topics I want to discuss and what my strengths and weaknesses are. To anyone reading my post, I want to do my best as a writer to be transparent, yet at the same time leave you with a sense of hope or a good laugh. The old posts that I deleted were a reflection of the self defeated state I was in, and was a lesson learned on what I shouldn’t blog about. I don’t want to self impose any rules on myself, or believe that sobbing through a blog post as taboo, because in a way, writing can serve as therapy and it does help some people. Everyone has their own unique reason. These past few months has taught me that life isn’t always fair, and not everything is perfect. I’m not satisfied with my job and have decided to return to the states at the end of this year, so hopefully blogging about my experiences will help me relieve a bit of stress and get a clearer picture on things. Either way it’s good to be back, this time with a fresh new perspective and new stories to tell.