Have I really changed ?

I received a nice message from somebody this morning – somebody who used to be “somebody” on Tumblr. As far as I was concerned, she was one of the “Tumblr A-List” – placed on a pedestal in the version of the internet that exists in my head. She was wonderful to everybody, shared carefully curated moments from her life, and set an example I still chase today in terms of “how to be” on the internet. And then she vanished. Gone. One day she just upped sticks and walked away from the social internet.

We have quietly kept in touch over the years (and yes, it really is years now since she left) – via quiet emails back and forth – a very few words every so many months. Which explains the email I received this morning.

She said I hadn’t changed a bit – in the however many years since we first crossed paths. It must be seven or eight now.

I’m not so sure. I look, and see somebody a little older, a little heavier, a little more weary, a little more cynical, and a lot more tired than the guy that crossed paths with her all those years ago. I wonder what I’ve done with my life over those years – where I’ve come from – where I’m going – and it’s hard to organise the jumble at all.

I’m just me. Plodding on. Putting one foot in front of the other – like I always have. So maybe she was right – I haven’t changed so much at all. I’m still the same person – still putting one foot in front of the other – a constant in the blogging universe. Quietly going about this strange business of recording thoughts and memories, and crossing paths with all sorts of people, from all sorts of backgrounds, from all corners of the world.

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