Why I Came Back To Medium

A Work in Progress

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I thought I shut the door. Sealed it up. Left an avalanche of rocks in front of it so it would be very difficult to open again. But here I am. Using my shoulder to lean into the pain of nudging that door open just enough so I can get inside again. But why? Seriously, I’m asking myself.

I left in a melodramatic down spiral that accomplished nothing. At the time, I needed that. Whatever it was. But were there days where I wondered why I flushed 4.2k followers down the toilet? Sure. Were there other days where I was sure it was the right move at the time? Sure.

In the end, it doesn’t matter. Because I opened the door again and I’m standing here, looking around expectantly, and everything looks pretty much the same. When I say everything, I mean the layout and functionality. Because my promise to myself when I created my new profile was that I would never go on the home page. Because that’s not why I came back.

I’m sorry to say that I didn’t come back because I missed reading all the great stories. I’m sure I will read my favorite writers and my friends again, but the chances of me ever having a couple hundred bookmarked stories to sort through are over. For my own good.

I don’t care about the numbers. Although I’m pretty sure the Stats page will be setting me up on an…