Stumbling Into Myself

I began writing on Twitter almost by accident - a side effect of inundating a highly introverted friend with an unrelenting torrent of ideas. In what I can only imagine was an act of self-preservation, he gently suggested Twitter. I liked the idea of an archive where thoughts could exist without burdening anyone.

What I didn’t anticipate was how this outlet would evolve into something deeply significant. I stumbled into a community of thinkers, dreamers, and observers - people I might never have encountered in the ordinary course of life. Twitter revealed itself not just as a platform for expression, but also as a place of unexpected discovery.

When I deleted my previous writing account to focus on a pressing business endeavour, I failed to account for the harrowing void it left in its absence. Writing had become a tether - not just to other kindred souls, but to a deeper, more authentic version of myself.

So, I’ve returned - bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I have no idea where this path will take me, but the experience so far has been incredibly fun - and that is reason enough to keep going.