When I was 8 years old my mom sat me down at the dinning room table, placed a composition journal in front of me and told me there would be no T.V. or playing until I wrote an ENTIRE half page of my thoughts. She knew the importance of journaling. While my parents vary rarely made the really dumb mistakes that plague most child-rearing experiments, mom did this time: she thought that equating writing with the lack of fun activities, would be the best way for me to fall in love with the task.
Of course, she was wrong.
I pouted and complained and came with all sorts of witty reasons why I was unable to write and why running off to the den was a much more valuable use of my time. It was futile. Eventually I wrote a FULL page about how dumb I thought journaling was. And for the next month, I wrote every night about how much I hated it.
Eventually she got the point, and I was released from this torturous and mundane task. She also told me that I would later regret not writing things down and that I would wish I had listened.
Of course, she was right.
So here I am, mid-20’s and I have never journaled, blogged, or otherwise gathered my thoughts in any one place (other than my brain). During college I started to think about it from time to time. I think I even bought a really nice journal, convinced that a leather-bound cover and gilded pages would help get the creative juices flowing. Like I said, I “think” that happened.
Point is, I have never been one for writing about me. Certainly not as much as I like to talk about me!
I don’t know what best to blog about. I have been told that any writer starts off not knowing where to go, but as a read today, “The pace of your forward motion is not important. What is important is that you are moving forward at all.” Wise words.
I am a Facebook addict. I Tweet so much that with the same effort I could probably cure cancer. Now in my ripe old mid-20’s I look back and realize that getting one’s thoughts out there is a good thing. And as much as I will still hate it like that malcontent 8 year old ginger kid I once was, I am going to at least make an effort.
Wish me luck. Happy Blogging.
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