renaissance

Ten years after the initial creation of this blog, I return to make a post. Not my first post, that's been long deleted, along with other side blogs and posts that have come and gone.

I'm not sure what brings me back here. Of the blogs I follow, many of them made their most recent posts 6-7 years ago. The few that have posted within the last year are the pleasant exceptions. Perhaps it's a desire to return to a simpler time on the internet, before social media giants confiscated our attention spans. Not that it wasn't an issue in previous years, but doomscrolling has felt like a plague in my life in a way that it wasn't before.

Maybe it's a renaissance to the best parts of who I am that draws me to write this post on a lazy Sunday morning. To sum it all up without oversharing, I lived as an empty shell of myself for many years. Elements of myself, my interests, were always present, but I learned to bury them. To make my passions irrelevant in my everyday life. To make myself small with no benefit to me. I've worked hard over the past handful of years to heal from this, and other struggles that paved my path to an empty existence. I've rediscovered hobbies and interests that I enjoy, art history among those.

To take a moment to reflect on life after graduation: I work in a field entirely unrelated to what I studied. While the field hindered me initially from tech career paths, I now consider it something that makes me unique. I love seeing "Art History" on my resume. I love explaining how it can be significant in tech jobs. I love the excitement I feel going to museums and knowing a deeper history behind some of the works on display. I love going to museums with friends and offering fun, random facts about art, and hearing their interpretations of works, or how a work makes them feel.

I love that I've returned to this.