- I wrote some pretty good headlines back then.
- My topics were all over the place, like a journal.
- I never, ever wrote about my work.
That last one kind of stings.
Considering that time in my life changed my life completely, I sure managed to suppress how much poverty had taught me – how much I’d learned, how much I had let go of.
Still, in the words of Heather B. Armstrong, one of the first professional bloggers to monetize her blog before monetizing was cool:
“BE YE NOT SO STUPID. Never write about work on the internet unless your boss knows and sanctions that YOU ARE WRITING ABOUT WORK ON THE INTERNET.”
So I journaled (privately) a lot about work. I’m sure many people do. Maybe it’s what keeps us from breaking the law.
Anyway, I also had long hauls of multi-hour flights, with plenty of time to write about everything from:
- eating in-flight, off-hours meals with my arms practically crossed (thank you, United);
- miraculously getting from Jakarta to Singapore with absolutely no itinerary (I later learned); and
- my “lost,” luggage somehow following me from Entebbe, Uganda, to London Heathrow with absolutely no tags on it.
That was the light stuff.
In fact, what I’d never blogged about is what weighed (then and now) heavily on my heart. It’s also the third – and so far, missing – leg on this blog’s intended three-legged stool: culture, communications and cause.
I’m not sure exactly how the topic of cause – of poverty – will unfold, but it’s feeling more and more like it’s time to let it happen. I’m praying for the courage to go there next.