18:14 || 10.4.25
Bruh! All the content on the website, gone! So I guess we’re starting again. I genuinely can’t remember the last time I wrote a piece, edited a video, or worked on anything remotely creative besides scribbling in my sketchbook or the odd recording on my camera, but we’re here. A lot has changed since this website was last active, but for now, we’re painting on a blank canvas.
Right now, I’m in the One Hundred Shoreditch. I’ve just finished another 9-5 shift as a recruitment consultant (even though I said I’d never go back to a 9-5) and after the better part of 10 months, my creative conscience has found its way back out of hibernation. To be honest, besides my normal journal entries, I had no intention of writing anything today.
How We Got Here
What tends to happen is, after work, I go to one of three places: 100 Liverpool Street, One Hundred Shoreditch, or Home (what was then Poplar, East London, is now Stanmore, North West). And usually, if I’m not headed to the gym, I’m opening the MacBook looking for ways to make money online. Today, however, I forgot my charger, even though I was certain I had it on me.
Anyway, I’m waffling now, but yeah, I spent about 15 minutes deciding on whether or not I wanted to go home, but to be honest, I wasn’t ready to leave; I’d already set my mind on getting some stuff done. So the question was, what do we do?
The Options:
– Read (Currently reading Beyond Order, Jordan B Peterson)
– Write (My default pastime)
– Send 2 postcards (I’ve been procrastinating tf out of this)
– Go Home
– Ask to Borrow a Charger
– Open my Work Laptop and find some shit to do (Usually don’t have it on me, but tomorrow’s Friday, so I planned to “work” from home)
We ended up going with the last option (even though there were nuff! people I could have asked for a charger). Now, all the stuff I initially intended to do is on my Mac, so really and truly the only thing I could do on this laptop was my office work or…work on the site.
So here we are.
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Man Like Lazarus
As soon as I found out my website had been deleted, I was lowkey pressed. That was the third site I’d made, and I’d put a lot of effort into the content and the design. I was fully convinced it would be my last. Although I’m acting like GoDaddy hadn’t sent me countless emails to let me know I was about to lose my sh*t [Lesson: It Costs to Be Broke]. That said, it was only a matter of time before I had to start the Lazarus process again.
Really and truly, I don’t even remember what the trigger was. I just remember sitting in my room one day, opening GoDaddy, saying “f*ck it” and paying for the domain to get reactivated. I didn’t have time to get to designing, but I had just enough money to cover the domain and hosting fees. Once I got the notification from Monzo saying the payment had been processed, it felt like I’d just come out of a trance.
This was 24.3.25. Since then, whenever I’ve had a spare 30 minutes, my mind takes over and gets to rebuilding. I’ve come to learn, though, when I have periods away from my site or just creativity in general, my body goes into some sort of autopilot where it does what it needs to do to feel creative again.
I don’t know how to explain it without sounding corny. But the 3 times prior where I’ve decided to put a website together, I really couldn’t put a finger on why it happened the way it did. But once the action has taken place, I’m always left feeling like “I needed that”.
So yeah. I mean, I can’t say this is my finest piece of work. But it’s just a piece that needed to be created with the hopes that it gives birth to other creations.
If you’ve read or seen my stuff before, I’m glad you’re still here. And if you haven’t…well, welcome. I’m sure we’ll be properly acquainted eventually. In the meantime, roam freely and enjoy the adventure. I’ll see you when I see you.
Windy~