A new beginning
I had a blog once upon a time. I kept up with it in 2005 while I spent the summer studying in Puebla, Mexico. After that experience, I was hit or miss--at best--until my wedding. Then...nothing.
I've been a little displeased with this period of "nothing." I used to be an avid journal writer; I have something like eight full journals that chronicle my high school years alone. It's not so much that I care to relive every moment from my past; in fact, I've been tempted to burn some of the nonsense I've written up over the years. It's just that writing used to be something cathartic for me, and in many ways, the act of putting pen to paper taught me about myself--kept me anchored to who I was and what I wanted--showed me who I was allowing myself to become.
Over the past few months, I've felt a little disjointed and have realized that part of what made me the "good mess" I am was my tendency to get tangled up in words for no one's real benefit except my own. I figure a blog is as good of a place as any to stumble back into that old habit.
Rambling really is nice. Ahhhh.
I've been a little displeased with this period of "nothing." I used to be an avid journal writer; I have something like eight full journals that chronicle my high school years alone. It's not so much that I care to relive every moment from my past; in fact, I've been tempted to burn some of the nonsense I've written up over the years. It's just that writing used to be something cathartic for me, and in many ways, the act of putting pen to paper taught me about myself--kept me anchored to who I was and what I wanted--showed me who I was allowing myself to become.
Over the past few months, I've felt a little disjointed and have realized that part of what made me the "good mess" I am was my tendency to get tangled up in words for no one's real benefit except my own. I figure a blog is as good of a place as any to stumble back into that old habit.
Rambling really is nice. Ahhhh.
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