I HAD A BLOG 10 YEARS AGO

Ten years ago I had a blog, M'odart. The name was a mix between “moda” and “art”, which is already more creative than my current site

For a long time I didn’t even remember that I had a blog, and for an even longer period of time I couldn’t find it. I knew it still existed because I never “closed it”, but somehow, when I started looking for it, it was impossible to find. It turns out I didn’t remember the name correctly. With that being said, it is obvious that I eventually found it, and I thought it might be interesting to take a look at it and reflect.

Seeing the blog and reading those posts felt a little strange, but what struck me the most wasn’t how different it felt. It was how familiar it felt. The structure, the way I wrote (even if it was in Spanish), and the things I paid attention to were all surprisingly similar to what I’m doing now.

Without realizing it, I had started doing the same thing again.

Over ten years ago I wasn’t writing about the things that caught my attention, as I do now; in fact, I wasn’t really writing at all. I was mostly taking pictures, to be honest, my mom was taking the pictures. I was the one showing the looks and putting them together in a way that felt right. I didn’t really know how to use Blogspot, nor did I have a clear idea of what I was hoping to find by doing it, but it felt right to spend time connecting with what I was always thinking about. Perhaps nothing has actually changed. I didn’t think of it as anything serious. It was simply a place to share what didn’t quite fit anywhere else.

I wasn’t trying to build something. I wasn’t thinking about consistency, audience, or purpose. I was just following curiosity.

It obviously didn’t last long, you can actually check it out here. It started on August 3rd, 2014 with the first look entry called “Sunday”, which is absolutely hilarious to me because I still do exactly the same thing now, and it ended on February 12th, 2015. I wasn’t even consistent, but I’ll still give myself credit for doing it.

But what’s most interesting to me is that the instinct never really disappeared.

Last year, almost unconsciously, I started doing something very similar again. Writing small reflections, paying attention to the same kinds of details, and trying to understand why certain things felt meaningful, visually or conceptually. This time with more intention and purpose, but still letting my imagination and curiosity flow. Rather than looking for a clear end, I’m taking the journey as a process of self-discovery and a constant way of learning about myself.

And maybe that’s the most beautiful part of all of this: we often find our way back to the things that make us happy.

Sometimes we think we’ve moved on, or that something was just a phase. But certain instincts stay with us. The things that genuinely feel right tend to return, even if we forget about them for a while.

Looking back at that blog reminded me that it’s important to trust those small impulses. The ideas that appear almost randomly, the projects that start without a plan, the things we do simply because they feel natural. Life can actually be quite simple when you allow yourself to enjoy the small things in a bigger way, while keeping in mind how privileged that is.

Not everything needs to have a clear purpose from the beginning. Not every idea needs to be perfect before you start. Sometimes it’s enough to follow the curiosity, try something, and see where it goes. And if something feels right, even if it seems small, even if you don’t fully understand why, it’s probably worth doing.

Because ten years later, you might realize you were already on the right path without even knowing it.