Oh the perils of online journaling... in Good lord, this is a book

It remains far too easy to turn up at an online website such as this and spill-out many of your most personal thoughts… with extra boldness near the beginning because you’re sure that nobody knows who you are.

Then, as time goes by, it is too easy to forget that you have so many personal writings out there, as you add more and more identifiable factors along the way, and then one day, suddenly, perhaps somebody figures you out… and really does a number on your real-world life.

I’m guessing this happened to a Prosebox journalist I’d been viewing here during this Covid winter, and now, suddenly, the journal is gone.

The story was more wholesome and refreshing than anything salacious and I was looking forward to seeing how it continued… step by daily step… during 2021 and hopefully beyond.

And instead, I now rewind back to zero…