An introduction...
I have a pretty fickle relationship with writing. I used to write like crazy -- nothing that could change the world, but the kind of writing that was pretty reflective of a teenage girl who religiously compared her life to a Nora Ephron movie. And it was something that stuck with me. As I've had an obscene amount of people tell me I wear my emotions on my sleeve, transferring them to paper was very natural.
However, I've struggled with writing in the last year or so. Perhaps it's because I try to commit my thoughts to an old Moleskine that invokes an overwhelming amount of nostalgia or perhaps... I've become more reserved than I realized.
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In case it's the latter, I'm making an effort to reconnect with my old self (the gal who didn't have "poker face" in her vocabulary) by taking another swing at committing my thoughts to the internet. Admittedly, I have tried this many times in recent years, but often just keep the posts unpublished. I'm not sure why -- maybe I become spooked that a simple, fleeting thought becomes much more grounded on the internet. Or maybe, and the scarier reality, is because I can't control how my thoughts will resonate with others.
However, I've struggled with writing in the last year or so. Perhaps it's because I try to commit my thoughts to an old Moleskine that invokes an overwhelming amount of nostalgia or perhaps... I've become more reserved than I realized.
I'm sure everyone has experienced this hesitation to share their thoughts in some way or another. Perhaps you've written and failed to deliver a [text/email/letter/MySpaceFacebook message] because you were unsure of your words or didn't have the courage to say them aloud.
If you're like me, you likely formed this habit as a preteen, when folding notes into origami was the preferred form of communication. So when my first real crush coincided at a time when I was struggling with my height (taller than most guys), headgear and glasses, many of my (and my friends') unrequited and undelivered notes found a place in a Lisa Frank box in my closet. I still have a few that I read to my friends when we need a laugh... a really good laugh.
But let's face it... I live in a city with minimal closet space. Ain't nobody got space to waste with a box of letters. That, coupled with my lost ability to turn drab notebook paper into beautiful origami, has likely caused this old habit to manifest in unsent emails and unpublished blog posts. Titanic (yes, my love affair with this 16-year-old movie is still going strong) once told me that a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, but I'd argue it's actually the Drafts folder of my gmail account.
And since I'm not going to hit send on all those email drafts collecting dust anytime soon, I'm going to try to share my thoughts with you here by occasionally publishing a blog post. I should also probably thank a very good friend of mine -- the catalyst behind this -- who got on my case a week ago about not owning up to my thoughts.
If you're like me, you likely formed this habit as a preteen, when folding notes into origami was the preferred form of communication. So when my first real crush coincided at a time when I was struggling with my height (taller than most guys), headgear and glasses, many of my (and my friends') unrequited and undelivered notes found a place in a Lisa Frank box in my closet. I still have a few that I read to my friends when we need a laugh... a really good laugh.
But let's face it... I live in a city with minimal closet space. Ain't nobody got space to waste with a box of letters. That, coupled with my lost ability to turn drab notebook paper into beautiful origami, has likely caused this old habit to manifest in unsent emails and unpublished blog posts. Titanic (yes, my love affair with this 16-year-old movie is still going strong) once told me that a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, but I'd argue it's actually the Drafts folder of my gmail account.
And since I'm not going to hit send on all those email drafts collecting dust anytime soon, I'm going to try to share my thoughts with you here by occasionally publishing a blog post. I should also probably thank a very good friend of mine -- the catalyst behind this -- who got on my case a week ago about not owning up to my thoughts.
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Welcome to the dark side, kids. Just kidding, this'll be fun.
Welcome to the dark side, kids. Just kidding, this'll be fun.
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