On June 1, 2013 I registered this domain. That was 4,626 days ago. I had big plans. Well, maybe not big plans but plaaaans. Plans to write about something, I wasn’t even sure what.

I just liked the phrase. It comes from Thoreau: “I love a broad margin to my life.” I think I understood what he meant? But it didn’t even matter, it evoked a feeling.

Or something.

However, dear reader, as you might have guessed, I didn’t write shit. I didn’t post a damn thing.

Until now.

Every year the renewal notice came. Every year I paid it. Along with the other 1500 domains I’ve been hoarding for years with no real project in sight. (It’s a whole thing. Don’t get me started.)

I’d think: ohh maybe this year. Then I’d forget about it for another twelve months.

I could’ve let it go. Probably should have. But I couldn’t. The phrase was doing something for me just sitting there, even empty.

Especially empty.

A broad margin. Room that isn’t filled yet. Space you protect without knowing why. The permission to not have it all figured out.

Maybe that’s what I was keeping. A little corner of the internet held open for… I don’t know. For whenever I was ready, I guess. For whenever I stopped just having ideas and started doing them.

Twelve years of holding space for something I couldn’t name.

And now here I am, writing something. Finally. I’m not going to pretend I have a grand vision. I don’t even know what this becomes. I just know I couldn’t keep the domain for another year without putting something in it.

So this is it. The margin, no longer empty. Or maybe still empty — just with me sitting in it now, looking around.

We’ll see what happens.