{"id":926,"date":"2010-09-25T21:35:27","date_gmt":"2010-09-26T04:35:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/?p=926"},"modified":"2010-09-28T21:22:25","modified_gmt":"2010-09-29T04:22:25","slug":"getting-personal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/wordpress\/getting-personal\/","title":{"rendered":"Getting Personal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I get annoyed with myself for letting so much time pass between posts on this site.  I think back to how regularly I used to post here (well not this blog, but the one that existed previously in this space), and I get even more annoyed.  <\/p>\n<p>In my defense, life was a bit different back then.  I was single and had just hauled my butt 700 miles away to chase a dream. The whole reason the blog started was to keep my family up-to-date on the latest and greatest happenings from California.  &#8230;of course, that explanation sounds much nicer than how it actually felt.  To speak more plainly, I was getting annoyed at having to re-count the same stories over and over by telephone to each member of my family.  So I started the blog and told them all to get online.<\/p>\n<p>I wrote very frequently back then.  Every little thing that happened was spun into a narrative published promptly &#8211; usually the same day that it happened.  I actually remember it too. I remember typing the posts while sitting at Starbucks after work.  I remember enjoying my life, and being genuinely excited to tell the world about it.  Words flowed easily and the stories were fun to tell.  So what&#8217;s changed?<\/p>\n<h3>The stories are still good<\/h3>\n<p>I still enjoy my life! Great things happen every day, but the place I share my stories is different.  My lovely wife is the first person I run to tell the exciting news. She is usually within earshot, so she gets it even before it&#8217;s a story.  I still tell the rest of my family stories&#8230; but while they were once 700 miles away, now they are 2.  So they get them in person.  And with that, I&#8217;ve sort of covered the core audience of the previous blog.   &#8230;so is it the audience? Is that what changed to slow things down?<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve thought about why I post less, and that internal monologue usually ends up with me blaming life changes, wife, kids, yard, house, work, bills, twitter, facebook&#8230; all of which are perfectly valid excuses, and I&#8217;m sure they all contribute to this blog getting pushed down the priority list, but none of them really feel like the core of the reason I don&#8217;t post here.<\/p>\n<p>I decided some research was in order.<\/p>\n<h3>The Archives<\/h3>\n<p>I fired up the &#8216;ol computer and dug deep into the archives of that old blog.  My goal: to remind myself what I was writing about that was so damned interesting.<\/p>\n<p>I found that reading those old posts brought back a flood of exciting memories.  It was so much fun to read the funny, stupid and passionate things I had to say about my life as new adventures unfolded in front of me.  After enjoying myself for a good 30 minutes (I actually was enjoying reading what I had written about my own life, is that narcissistic?) I let my eyes wander to the very short bio that was on the top of every page.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nI&#8217;m a 25 year old guy living out a dream in southern California. This blog is just a brain-dump of whatever is holding my interest at the time of posting.<\/p>\n<p>I rarely stick to a theme and always have an opinion.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>BINGO! That little passage held the nugget that was the exact reason you don&#8217;t hear from me more on this site. Pay close attention to that last line: <strong>&#8220;I rarely stick to a theme and always have an opinion&#8221;<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>That old site was a hodge-podge of whatever struck me as interesting to write about.  This site&#8230; well&#8230; isn&#8217;t. Or at least it wasn&#8217;t, because I&#8217;m going to do some things different now.  Or at least I&#8217;m going to start.  Here, let&#8217;s back up just a bit to why this site isn&#8217;t the place I post everything.<\/p>\n<p>The &#8220;new&#8221; site you&#8217;re looking at now came about when I needed a place to present my work, as I was getting ready to make a jump into the freelance world.  I needed a place that stayed professional and presented information that centered around what I did for a living, and interests of the people I wanted to hire me.  I ripped out a lot of the bits I felt were unprofessional and tried to stick to a theme of designery &#038; eventy things.  <\/p>\n<p>I am declaring this course a complete failure.<\/p>\n<p>I have a <a href=\"http:\/\/jblackbird.com\">place to present work<\/a>.  So over time this site developed an identity crisis.  It&#8217;s not really a personal site&#8230; but it&#8217;s not a business\/professional site either.<\/p>\n<h3>Live in the now<\/h3>\n<p>So, I&#8217;ll no longer be censoring myself, my personality, or my way of speaking, typing, or thinking on this site.  I&#8217;m taking it back as my personal platform to pontificate about what ever the hell I want and tell my stories to people who may or may not care to read them.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t <strong>promise<\/strong> it will pick up quickly.  But for now this feels like the right thing to do with this site.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll still talk about designery and eventy things that are cool&#8230; but it will most likely be mixed with stories of insomnia, stress, dog poop, a two foot tall chaos machine ruining all my nice stuff, mowing the lawn, renovating an old house, <a href=\"http:\/\/findmimi.com\">my talented wife<\/a>, my damn cute son and other completely unrelated topics of interest to me.  You can stay and read, like them, don&#8217;t like them. I don&#8217;t care.  I want my soapbox back.<\/p>\n<p>Thank you, and goodnight.<\/p>\n<p>(photo credit: <a href=\"http:\/\/findmimi.com\">FindMiMi<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I get annoyed with myself for letting so much time pass between posts on this site. I think back to how regularly I used to post here (well not this blog, but the one that existed previously in this space), and I get even more annoyed. 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