I don't believe in Sundays

This used to be my Argentine blog. I used to write here from my friends and family in Argentina to be able to have an idea of what's going on with me. After a while, I realized that none of them really knew what a blog is, or what I was talking about. For a while there, I just wrote for myself. For the sake of putting it out there. Felt good.

Now I find myself missing a time when I had something to write about, or the will to write about nothing. I figured I'd give it another shot. But this time, in a different language. I wanted to keep my old posts, though. It's part of my history now.

I thought about some words for a while, to make myself understand what I'm doing. I thought about the word reinventing. Reinventing? But if it's "re" is it really "inventing"? I thought about contradictory words. I thought about change and about time. I thought about my nature, our nature. I thought about motivation, and goals. I thought about words. I thought I'd put some down here in the time to come.