Writing the first post for a blog is daunting. I’ve been through this before. Gasp started on July 7, 2003. I titled the initial post “First Entry” and complained how it took me four hours to put it all together- the design of the site along with the post itself. That sounds about right. I was working off a template and I had a difficult time making color decisions. In that introduction, I promised readers I wouldn’t abandon the ship.

Since Gasp was part of a blogging community, I knew I would eventually get readers. But when people starting coming to my site, I felt scared. It seemed like a violation of some kind, but it was also exhilarating. Blogging was new and we were all delightfully innocent. I had no idea there was such a thing as doxing. I had yet to have an argument online or be trashed by complete strangers.

The only thing I knew back then was that a semi-famous comedian wrote a blog for her site. She would give weekly updates on the growth of her career. I thought it was the coolest thing. You could see how her hard work paid off, and I wanted that for myself as well. And it seemed like the best way to have a writing practice. Gasp became a reality.

The second version of this blog started when I became a theater blogger. Before Gasp 2.0, I gave details of both my professional and personal life. The second version focused more on professional experience, opinions and analysis. Everything about the site was sleeker. My old audience was gone. The new readers consisted of industry people. I felt a lot of pressure to be serious and theatercentric.

In hindsight, I lost a lot by doing that. My original intention for Gasp 2.0 was to write about the creative process, performance art and free speech. Instead, I quibbled, argued and pontificated. I was so worried about fitting in with my colleagues that I forgot who I was. Once a writer or artist loses herself, it all becomes mush.

The touchstone of Gasp 3.0 is authenticity. I get to be who I am now. It is what I tell myself before I go to sleep at night. The purpose of my life is to express myself fully through the work I’m writing now. As I look back through the years, I see the roadblocks in the form of authority figures or pseudo-authority figures telling me who they wanted me to be. No more. Not only has the #MeToo Movement empowered women in terms of reporting sexual harassment, we also get to be who we are without having to put up with patronizing and condescending behavior. I don’t have to tolerate or ignore it anymore.

Restarting Gasp, for me, is an act of faith. Whether or not I find a community of like-minded folks or swim in this sea alone, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that I want to do is be true to myself and my work.

It’s going to take a while to find my legs with this version. I will post updates on Twitter once I feel like I’m in a groove. But if you are out there and have stumbled upon this entry, welcome.