‘Over time, and without even realising, I began to live with much less intensity of connection.’ Me too. Or, I no longer notice every detail in a way I once did. I think it’s maybe that regular writing and note-taking heightened my awareness and no longer doing that much has dulled it.
Yes, I think this was one of the gifts of blogging. Some people might find the same thing with instagram, but I never did find it the same with facebook. And content creation of tiktok is a world away from blogging. I know it's pointless being so nostalgic for blogging, but it really was great.
I get a taste of the old blogging feel from Insta but it’s not the same ... Substack is the close thing. Blogging was a golden age! And a source of great friendships. x
This piece of writing is luscious. As a ‘noticer’ I sunk into the descriptions fully aware. I wasn’t a noticer of everything until my early 50s, except for having always been acutely attuned to people. Now I notice everything, and whilst it is sometimes exhausting, it brings me closer to everything. Your writing is beautiful Tracy.
‘Over time, and without even realising, I began to live with much less intensity of connection.’ Me too. Or, I no longer notice every detail in a way I once did. I think it’s maybe that regular writing and note-taking heightened my awareness and no longer doing that much has dulled it.
I love the story of your literary spat ...
Yes, I think this was one of the gifts of blogging. Some people might find the same thing with instagram, but I never did find it the same with facebook. And content creation of tiktok is a world away from blogging. I know it's pointless being so nostalgic for blogging, but it really was great.
I get a taste of the old blogging feel from Insta but it’s not the same ... Substack is the close thing. Blogging was a golden age! And a source of great friendships. x
‘T’would seem I subscribed last year to read this and then forgot 😂 Lively and lovely read as usual
This piece of writing is luscious. As a ‘noticer’ I sunk into the descriptions fully aware. I wasn’t a noticer of everything until my early 50s, except for having always been acutely attuned to people. Now I notice everything, and whilst it is sometimes exhausting, it brings me closer to everything. Your writing is beautiful Tracy.
Thank you for your very kind words, Kerry. Noticing really is exhausting, but like you say it does have its rewards xx