I’m out to learn exactly who I am, what I like, and what I’d like to do. You can call this a blog in which I find myself, or convince myself that in spite of foggy windshields, I’m still driving. And feeling. And singing strained covers of “Wheel in the Sky.”
I indulge in film, good literature, the practical and whimsical. Here, I hope to share my love of writing, in various forms. Poetry, short stories, articles about a variety of things, reviews, personal reflections, progress on my research, and updates on adventures in art and crafting. This blog touches on many things, often mismatched if extracted at random.
Others have called me a mess, and I’ve wondered, time to time, if that’s necessarily bad. I guess it’s all in your mopping technique, swiveling through floors kissed with dust bunnies and bobby pins, and whether the water you use is actually clean, mixed with bleach. And just how wet is that floor? Some days, I tend to slip. As many of us do when learning to accept the culmination of fingerprint paintings, tin can stilts, tests on basic stoichiometry typically taken after receiving our first driver’s license, silly telephone fights with someone you’ll never speak with again, overbearing, fluctuating rent, and more. Clumsiness is normalcy, while we stumble in our own little ways.
I guess, amidst the confusion, I’ve reassured myself with simple advice. The kind I’ve gotten as a teenager, when everything was the end of the world:
Learn what you want, and do what you love. The universe spans so vastly.
That being said, enjoy your stay, leave some words, or simply, sit back with a can of AriZona Green Tea. Pomegranate naps in my refrigerator, but there’s also cream cheese and Nutella. I’ve got this little enemy. We’ll call it overthought. I’d like to push it to the back of my shelf, go outside, run amok with dirty toes. And eventually, smile more often, as I’m asked why I don’t ever smile. But I do, drenching my stationary with deep blue ink.
Let’s take the time to exhale. Or watch me as I try.