I’m 33.3% Late To My Own Party#

One year ago, I made a commitment. I didn’t just buy this domain; I signed a three-year lease on this digital plot of land. I was confident. I was ambitious. I was… immediately distracted for the next 365 days.

The Math of My Regret#

I’ve officially wasted one-third of my registration period. While the internet was evolving, I was just paying for a blank white screen and a “Renewal Successful” email.

The Breakdown:

• Year 1 (The Void): 100% procrastination. Total posts: 0. Total guilt: High.
• Year 2 (Today): The panic finally set in. I realized I’m paying for a 3-year subscription to a ghost town.
• Year 3 (The Future): Hopefully, by then, I’ll know what I’m doing here.

Why the wait?#

I didn’t want to build some elaborate “digital garden” where I carefully curate every leaf and twig of my thoughts. I just wanted a place to exist online. But it turns out, even “just existing” requires you to actually hit the upload button.

Current Strategy: Stop treating this domain like a fine wine that needs to age. It’s not getting better sitting in the cellar; it’s just getting closer to the expiration date.

The “Better Late Than Never” Manifesto#

I have 730 days left on my current plan to make this worth the money.

If you’re reading this, the 1-year streak of nothingness is officially broken. I’m finally living in the house I’ve been paying for since last year. It’s a bit empty, the walls are bare Markdown, and I haven’t picked out the furniture yet—but at least the lights are on.

The Ticking Clock:

• Year 1: Successfully funded a domain registrar’s coffee budget.
• Year 2: Actually typing words (Progress!).
• Year 3: Becoming a “blogger” (Or at least not forgetting the password).