Late-night posting. This seems to be more like my forte anyway.
Yesterday, I introduced my friend, grace, to the world of blogging, and I had a lot of realizations. There have been so many instances when I have wanted to write about something, or many things, really, and I didn't. She asked me, "what do you put on a blog?" and I said, "anything you want. You can have pictures, or you can just write; it doesn't really matter as long as it's what you like."
Just some things to think about. Sometimes I don't understand myself; why would I not write something that comes to my mind? I've stepped back and realized that certain things that I write are almost in third person, in my perspective. And things are not supposed to be this hard; blogging should not be a stressful thing to do and conformity should not be the goal. Sometimes I am temped to hit the backspace key when I write something that may not fit the rest. I want to be personal, in a way that I can't anywhere else. And I want to be real here.
So, I made a new about me. To reflect who I really am, and to reflect who I really want to be.
I am vulnerable, and sometimes antisocial. I get confused and dysfunctional, I procrastinate, and I think about too many things at once. I dream, about the future; about everything, really, and I am thankful for my family and my friends. I wear my hair in braids and I tuck in my shirts, and I want to travel the world someday. I like thrift stores and old houses and thanksgiving. I like meaningful conversations and cameras. Life is a beautiful thing and I want to capture the experience. Sometimes I don't really know what to say. I think too much about what people think of me, and I try and write in notebooks but can never find the words. I like polaroid pictures on walls, early morning breakfast, the keys on a piano, my grandmother's chocolate pie, adventures, backpacks, reading, freckles on faces, laughter and friends.
So I share these things here.