Hi all,
I’m returning to the initial formula of blog posts for this one; a simplistic, under-formatted message in the same vein as how I used to run things back in the very beginning.
I almost missed today. I saw my calendar on my computer screen in work, I noticed how it read 17th September, and looked at it in a strange familiarity – as though I knew this date was important for some reason. I initially dismissed this as being one of my friends’ birthday’s. Lots of my friends were born in September so I imagined one of them got lodged in my head somewhat.
As I repeatedly looked at the calendar, I recalled something else that formed in September: this website – The Worb.
It wasn’t until now that I’ve decided to log back in to see the date of my first WordPress post (had to log in to find out the date, I’m unsure how one is able to see this on the front end of the website). It was today, three years ago.
Now, I’m no stranger to making blog posts soppy with regret. I would often describe how I could’ve done more, and then make a vague promise to come back some day with some bold new ideas. My podcast that I launched within months of my website in January 2022 was a verbal version of this, that plagues my Spotify homepage to this day.
While indeed 2021, and subsequently 2022 (I had a hot-streak going) was an important time for The Worb, 2023 and 2024 was when the website fell dry. I was never able to rekindle the same passion I once had when this website was fresh and new.
While this is sad, I’m not going to do the usual thing of making a promise to devote more time to this website and any future art related projects. Time has pushed forwards since then and I’m still figuring things out personally.
Despite evidence going towards the contrary, I would be wrong to state that this website means nothing to me. It holds in me a deep connection towards my art journey even though not much time has been spent devoted to it, in terms of actually trying to make something of myself.
As time goes on, the more this website drifts into the background of my mind and may be doomed to be eventually forgotten. But for now, while today is here and I’m typing this message, I can at least celebrate it’s significance three years later.
Thanks to The Worb for allowing me to express myself in the small ways it could. I want to return to you someday but who knows if I will.
If you’ve made it this far without turning this off, thank you for reading. If you are blessed like me to have a WordPress account, consider following if you’re curious about what I do.
And until maybe next time…
Will.
The Worb 