Missing the forest

I have always wanted a blog. I wanted one back when my family's ISP gave us 15 MB of hosting (though they weren't called blogs at the time). I wanted one in college when I had access to the university's hosting services. I wanted one in grad school when I was able to afford a VPS and a custom domain name. I wanted one during my first professional gig when I valiantly tried to keep my DIY ethos alive with a self-hosted email/web/media server.

I always wanted one, and I always came up short of ever publishing anything. On reflection, I think this is because I focused on how I would write instead of on what I would write. In a sense, style over substance. However, it was more than just appearance. I spent a long time thinking about the type of content, how I would edit, who the audience was, how to organize the site, ways to maintain the site over long periods of time, comment moderation schemes, whether there would be comments, and more.

On reflection, I spent years asking these questions without ever asking if the answers were more important than the act of writing down my thoughts. When put that way, it's obvious that I was focusing on the wrong thing. Now I have missed the opportunity to catalog my feelings and impressions over (dozens!) of years.

And so, away with those questions, damn the torpedoes. I will try to put the value of documenting my thoughts above these petty and narcissistic issues. Maybe we'll get somewhere.