I've trained myself to give up on the past

I’ve been reluctant to post because Jacob has been  narrating events of late with what he deems my “blogger voice”.  It’s very funny, and not unwelcome.
It takes any note of serious or solemn inquiry that I pursue or bring up, and renders it, well, as just kind of silly.
As with  people, in which the progression that takes place physically that doesn't  necessarily get noticed because it is so incremental, there has also been an evolution  and extension  of what I thought was the purpose of writing  in this venue.  They are just words after all, nothing more, nothing less.