Why I decided to start blogging again
As a millennial most of my life has unfolded alongside the rise (and fall) of new tech. My memories blur together with the arrival—and eventual disappearance—of pagers, dial-up internet at home, digital cameras, cell phones, and, eventually, social media. I grew up in a humble family but was endlessly curious about the world, so the internet became both my escape and my place to dream. It’s also where I traded my beloved handwritten diaries (I had a stack of them) for digital ones: weblogs. I started at fourteen, back in 2004, using Weblogger, Blogger/Blogspot, WordPress, Tumblr, right up until around 2018.
Then social media’s fast pace and surface-level vibe pulled me in. I got tired of the masks, the pressure to perform, the way everything was curated to look like “success.” It felt suffocating.This year I’ve been shifting again, both with the internet and with myself. I’m trying to reconnect with that dreamy, fearless teen who just created and wrote without worrying about who was watching. Life felt simpler and somehow deeper back then.
So I deactivated all my social accounts and decided to start a blog again. No posting just to “check-in”, but only when something actually feels worth sharing. I also want to improve my English skilss, because that's not my first language and I need more practice with writing and vocabulary, so I figured blogging in English could be the perfect excuse. After looking for something clean and minimal, I landed on BearBlog, and here I am. I opened this little corner two weeks ago but only today found a moment to actually post. Hopefully I’ll be back soon.
About the name: I’ve always loved writing. By twelve I was deep into poetry and sonnets. At fourteen I got obsessed with music and dreamed of starting a band, imagining my poems as lyrics. Around the same time I got into studies of high magic and discovered the Golden Dawn. I was already in love with Egypt and mythology, so that pulled me even further in... and into Kemeticism. Nephthys became the goddess I chose to honor and explore. That’s how Nephthys Last Cortegè ended up as the name of my imaginary band that never happened. The “cortege” nods to the myths around Nephthys herself, goddess of death and the underworld, among other things. The phrasing also tips its hat to the Animatrix short The Final Flight of the Osiris, which I was completely obsessed with back then.