This is my first blog ever. I was a little late to the whole ‘blogging’ scene, and I probably would never have made it if it weren’t for my never-ending itch to write. Now that I have some ‘free’ time in my life, I find my mind constantly restless, thinking, theorizing, creating. It is an insatiably helpless feeling, itching to write but not really feeling like there is a purpose or a means. So I started blogging.
I do feel my posts are really random and that I don’t really follow a theme, but that is just the perfectionist organizer in me talking. The truth is, I love the idea of penning my thoughts in a place where I can later find them altogether and waiting to be further analyzed (or discarded, whatever).
You already have an idea of the kinds of things I love to do from the blurb on the left of my page, and maybe that is enough for some of you to create an impression. But for the others I will say this: I am a dreamer. I am creative, but not in the way you would think. I am not much of a visual artist but I love to weave and manipulate words, and I passionately enjoy creating and blending many an intricate dance choreography with the intention of mesmerizing my audience.
I believe in staying positive in the face of adversity, and I believe in second chances. I try to be a good person when I can. If I can’t be a good person in a particular situation, I quietly apologize in my head to keep from feeling guilty about it.
I have always been blessed with amazing people in my life. My family and my friends are my everything, and have been my lifeline in terms of support during difficult times.
On that note, I present to you, my tossed salad of random thoughts, with a poppy seed dressing of commas, periods, and question marks. My measly little way of leaving behind my mark.