Wow. It seems like yesterday that I had my blog. Then I stopped. I can’t remember when exactly, but I stopped. I started feeling like I was selling my soul. I was sharing too much. And why? Because I was building a business and trying to gain an audience. I thought I had reached the end. I was so wrong. What I realize now, that I didn’t realize then, was that there is no end. Until the end. The story keeps on going. You can stop, and the ending will get boring. Or you can keep on keeping on. Until the very end. I choose the latter. And so here I am.
My blog joewalshproject.com expired. Then the Chinese grabbed it. No joke. I don’t know why, but for the past ten years joewalshproject.com has been a Chinese gambling website. I don’t get it. Perhaps someone thought the website traffic I had built up was valuable enough that I would have paid to get my domain name back. But I took it as a sign that I should stop. And did. And then, last night, as I read Rick Rubin’s “The Creative Act: A Way of Being”, I realized that I was actually an artist. It wasn’t all a lie. This is how I get my groove on. I realized how happy I was to have a journal. I realized how, by putting it all online and for the world to read, I was holding myself accountable. All of that shit I said actually meant something to more than just myself. And that I should do it again.
So here I am. Here’s my blog. It’s been years. A lot has changed. My wife and I divorced. It left a huge hole in my heart. Through this experience I’ve found myself connecting on a deeper level with my kids. They mean the absolute world to me. After more than a year of not being able to focus, things are starting to get clear. Plans are starting to form. The future is starting to look bright again.
I’m finally getting myself out of my head and back into my work projects. With so much going on, it’s not a moment too soon.