I haven’t been in hibernation but it feels like it. I’m slow to enter the new year and open my eyes and heart. I’m like a gruff brown mama bear at the moment, stretching out the kinks in my back, cranky and in need of an energy fix. But I’m here.
But I’m not sure for how long. I say it hasn’t been a hibernation but I haven’t been here since last year. And even if I can tell myself, I’ve been having the first few months of the year off, if I’m being honest that hasn’t been the case.
I was talking to someone about newsletters and connecting with the public the other month and I raise the issues I’ve been having with substack which I really didn’t want to address. But I know it’s has kept me from coming back here sooner.
And not to rehash old news and not sure how things have developed since, but there was a whole heap of people that left substack last year because of platforming and monetising of Nazism. Now I’m oversimplifying stuff but really this is how it landed with me. And since then it’s been worrying me, worrying in terms of eating away at me from the inside. Questioning my integrity and once you know something you cannot un-know it.
So in the next couple of weeks, I’ll be moving again. You don’t have to do anything. Just giving you a heads up if things look a bit different. And of course you can use this lull in the proceedings to unsubscribe also.
This move is just another example of me voting with my feet, as I seem to be getting into a habit of lately, because I do have to live with myself.