It’s January 1, 2013 and today Peripateia turns two years old.
Two years feels like a long time for a blog; in fact, it positively feels like a mid-life crisis. Over the last four weeks, I’ve wondered (not very seriously, and mostly just on the periphery of my mind) what I’m going to do with the blog now that it’s becoming clearer and clearer that I’ll have to devote a significant amount of literary time and energy to running the White Space blog.
I don’t have an exact answer just yet. Eileen version 20.0 (meaning me when I was in my twenties) would have tried to run both blogs at full steam at the same time. Eileen version 30.1 (the most updated version) recognizes the utter imbecility of such an attempt. (I had a lot of energy to expend on idiocy when I was younger.) While I don’t have an answer, what I do have—which is probably much better—is permission to fumble through novel terrain. What all this simply means is: I’m going to write for both blogs when it feels right to do so; that is, when I have something meaningful and relevant to say (which hasn’t always been the case in the two years of Peripateia’s existence).
And there’s going to be a lot of fumbling, frankly speaking. I’ve always found it tricky to separate my private and public selves, if only because so many of my personal interests have gone on to become professional concerns. So I fully expect that there will be times when I say something in one blog that would have been better said in the other (and vice versa). But that’s okay. If there’s anything I learned from 2012, it’s that it’s better to commit to a course of action, however ultimately erroneous, and to make corrections along the way rather than to refrain from acting altogether. Why? Because life’s too short and we don’t really get a trial run.
So let the fumbling begin.
Happy New Year, everyone.