My list of posts makes me happy
I was thinking about something. One thing I like about having a blog is seeing the list of posts growing longer and longer. It makes me oddly happy. I don’t know how to explain it. With every new post, it’s getting more satisfying. It’s like building a house (I imagine, haven’t done that yet) or baking a cake (have done that). You have a result.
Ok that metaphor is not fully fitting, because my list is neither functional nor edible. Its value feels rather weirdly nostalgic and pointless, like a photo album nobody cares about as much as you do. But that’s fine. Maybe that’s what makes it so nice: Having memories from my past self, so I can sometimes look at them again and smile (or cringe). How nice is that.