A couple of weeks ago I got home from a 9-mile walk and collapsed on my couch. As I sat on the couch feeling my thigh muscles spasm, trying to comprehend why I had just put them through such a grueling ordeal, I scrolled through my Instagram feed and saw among the dozens of sleeping babies pictures and contouring makeup videos, the quote that became the first post on this blog:
“A year from now you may wish you had started today.”
I am not sure who Karen Lamb is. I assume she is a writer. A pretty famous writer to have a line she wrote on an inspirational quote meme on Instagram. But regardless of how famous she is or isn’t, her quote got to me. Recently I have been feeling a lot of that should’ve, would’ve, could’ve and I was hating it. I no longer wanted to be held back by fear of failing and embarrassing myself in front of others. So I started signing up for classes: French, accounting, film, coding! So what if I failed, at least I tried. Most importantly a year from now I won’t be sitting on my couch wondering what if.
Wanting to journal my day-to-day shenanigans was another thing I had dabbled in – mostly personal stuff, handwritten in half-finished notebooks, nothing the Swedish Academy committee will be calling me about. When I saw I could take a class on Word Press, I thought I could write (or learn to write) and learn to code and hopefully meet new and interesting people – win, win, win! Within an hour of seeing that quote on my phone I had thought up a title for the blog, registered the domain name and started googling “How to start a blog.”
When I announced to my close friends that I was going to blog, some asked why and others asked what about. The what about was easy; my life of course! It is the one thing I know the most about. I know what I like, what I don’t like, what I eat, what I read, what I listen to… It might be boring to some and that’s cool, you do not have to read this.
As for why, well there is a more thoughtful reason behind that. I thought back to a creative writing course I had in college where we read Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life. In it she says:
“… I still encourage anyone who feels at all compelled to write to do so. I just try to warn people who hope to get published that publication is not all that it is cracked up to be. But writing is. Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. That thing you had to force yourself to do- the actual act of writing- turns out to be the best part… The act of writing turns out to be its own reward.”
While I may write about mundane stuff, know that I am writing this more for me than for anyone else and that I am inviting you to take a peek at a very personal side of me. It might just be gibberish to you but what I share may have more meaning to me than you think. It probably won’t be good writing but I have to start somewhere. Be kind in your comments. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Technical advice is encouraged. I promise to work on my grammer … grammar and spelling and update this blog on a regular basis.
So, here I am with no clue as to what I am doing. Enjoy! Xx