Starting a blog in 2026 - why?

For the past twenty years I have been a fairly consistent blog reader.

There are a handful of blogs — all thoughtful and beautifully written — that I’ve followed for years. Reading them always sparks something inside of me. They leave me thinking, feeling, and often in a quiet state of contemplation.

I’ve always loved writing myself.

For a long time Instagram has been my outlet for sharing parts of my inner world. I’ve posted photos and videos, almost always accompanied by a long and reflective text. Not because it would bring me followers or serve the algorithm — most likely the opposite — but simply because it felt authentic to me.

A few months ago, after spending some time feeling into myself — what truly nourishes me and what I want to continue pouring my energy into — I decided to go offline for a while.

Some people need to delete the app to stay away. For me it was surprisingly easy to step back. The habit faded quickly, and before long the world of stories and likes felt very far away.

And yet, during that break, I noticed that something was missing.

I journaled more than usual, but my “writing cup” still didn’t feel full.

That’s when the idea of a blog came to me.

What if it’s time for me — not only to read blogs, but to have my own?

A part of me can’t help but think that I might be a little late to the party. Back in the day blogs were everywhere, and people had the attention span to actually sit down and read them.

Today we seem to prefer things that move quickly. Short snippets. Fast information. A few seconds of advice on how to do something, or how to be something. And if it takes too long, we simply move on.

But the truth is, my presence on the internet has never really been about being seen or heard.

I’ve always been here for myself.

When I was in year six, around twelve years old, we were asked to write a paper about our favourite songs — to reflect on the lyrics, share our thoughts, and explain what it was that made us feel something.

The song I chose was My Way by Frank Sinatra.

My grandfather had introduced me to his music, and this particular song always touched me deeply. And even though I was just a child, I remember having a very clear sense that at the end of the day, I simply needed to live life in my own way.

Long story short: blogs might be on their way out. Or maybe they aren’t.

Whatever the case, I’m here now.

And the truth is, it already feels incredibly right.