How did I get here? That is an exceptional philosophical question. However, if you are seeking answers on the deeper meaning of life, I apologize for the misleading title. This article will not be making any attempt to address that overarching question in regards to the human story. This post is intended merely to explain the story of how Tack & Pine came to be here and how I hope for it to function. So sit back, grab some ice cream, and enjoy!

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I remember when my friend Cameron introduced me to Facebook one summer in between college semesters. I adopted and adapted fairly quickly even though I was not–nor now am– very technologically savvy. I used Facebook primarily in two fashions:

1) As a means to keep in touch with all my friends                                                                      2) As a way to share my photography with the world

Years later, I began using Instagram and that really became my go-to social medium. I loved the singular purpose of it, and it developed into the perfect artistic medium for me to share my two favorite forms of content: photography and writing.

I began to realize with maturation and life experience, that Facebook was losing its strength of connection with a change in focus to little things that had much less to do with connecting with friends. Over the years, I would deactivate my account for weeks or months at a time, and once even deleted my account completely. I found I became for more productive and happy during those times without it. However, on a trip to Italy, I kept making international friends and how does everyone else all over the world keep in touch? …Exactly!

So I created another account, I think even while I was still on that trip to Italy, in a hostel in Rome. And it truly was nice to be able to see what was happening in my friends lives, but there was a disconnect with seeing their life and engaging with them in their life. It was helpful to not have to remember birth dates and be able to wish any acquaintance a happy one with a few keystrokes, but it seemed so impersonal. It was grand to see pictures of trips and places I had traveled to–to see posts from people I met briefly, like the attractive Swiss woman I met and danced with and kissed in Iceland. It was pleasant to have multitudes of these inputs, but I began to realize that all of these things were distracting me and limiting my ability to interact well with reality.

My focus changed and I found more value in reading books, having conversations with the homeless, cooking, and spending face to face time with people, even calling and texting more. With an imposing inclement political atmosphere in my own country around the time of the 2016 presidential election, I witnessed divisiveness and unkindness at an unprecedented level on Facebook. Furthermore, I once took a risk and posted something I had merely considered from a personal interaction with a police officer I had. I posed a hypothetical question with deep thought toward social justice. I was shocked and appalled at the responses and biting comments that began to pour in, and these from people I knew and thought were friendly sorts. With all of this, I found an inverse relationship between more quality of life and reduced time on Facebook.

So I quit. I quit Facebook. I then played around with time away from Instagram as well. I didn’t like this nearly as much. I love Instagram! I stopped posting and have only been using it primarily to be visually involved in my best friend’s life and family, and some other folks I love and am invested in.

Facebook and Instagram are not inherently bad, and they absolutely have many exceptional benefits! I theorized in my mind about these decisions for months, and figured I had nothing to lose to at least try what I did. I determined my values and time lie better elsewhere. However, what I did not anticipate was the personal detriment to not having these creative outlets. Apart from my journal, I was sharing the creative parts of my life with practically no one. I discovered that lack of communal interaction was greatly disadvantageous for my human health.

I wanted it back! I wanted some creative medium to allow my heart and my brain to produce whatever ugly or beautiful things resided there. I knew I didn’t want to fully engage prior social mediums because I know myself and I would end up wasting colossal amounts of time comparing myself to people and being dissatisfied–not because that is the only option, but because that is my tendency and habit. I needed an alternative.

Tack & Pine is my alternative.  I have never had a website. In my head, I keep imagining my website taking off and becoming super popular and somehow making a self-sustaining business out of it. Who doesn’t hear all the entrepreneurial success stories that float around like sea foam? Who doesn’t dream of that? I do, but I realize that what you don’t often hear about is how many hours those people worked each week to get there. What you don’t so often hear is how many times they read Chapter 11 or took out a second mortgage on their home. This is more a reminder for me than you. For now, what I want this to be is my place. This is my space. This is my domain. I create the content, and I own it, and am responsible for it. That is what I want. That is what this is.

I extend an open invitation for you, whomever you are, to come and go along my journey as you please. I have two long open arms that are ready to welcome you, hug you, affirm you, learn about and from you, respect you, and love you. As the ‘master of my domain’ (contextually misused Seinfeld reference), this is the space I want to create.

Welcome to my domain; welcome to Tack & Pine! Thank you for visiting!



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