today was a good day because i woke up naturally, at 11:00 am, from neither alarm nor text message, but with the strangest of first thoughts:
i want to blog.
now, this first thought after waking from a very peaceful, uninterrupted slumber was strange for many reasons. for one, my first thoughts monday through friday are usually an inner battle between the responsible professional in me that understands the importance of punctuality and hygiene in the working world, and the cranky, petulant side of me that would rather call in sick or craft a family emergency than touch my feet to the floor before 7:00 am.
never have my first thoughts been so bold, so brazen. as though i had made up my mind in my sleep, weighed the pros and cons as i do with all decisions, and there it was, nothing more to discuss: you, alli, want to blog.
i have never even considered blogging before. in fact, i used to gag at the mere mention of the word blog. though, i suppose, we all have at one time or another resisted social media, only to cave and embrace it with open arms, anxious to be on the crux of the next revolution in displaying our innermost thoughts and feelings for the whole world to see.
though i have never been one to keep my feelings to myself, i rarely volunteer them without provocation. perhaps this is why i never before considered delving into the blogosphere (yep, this word still makes me gag).
however, i have recently moved 900 miles away from home and everyone i love, from richmond, virginia to chicago, illinois. this distance presents a challenge to stay as involved as i once was with my friends and family. the discourse of my life and the day to day can no longer be exchanged across a dinner table, with a glass of wine, or in my mother's arms.
being on my own requires me to volunteer information on how my day/week/weekend was with my family and friends through emails, texts, and long phone conversations, rather than in passing or as i throw down my keys, ask what's for dinner and sink into my favorite red chair in the living room. and the truth is, i want to share.
though i love my new found independence i have in this big, foreign city, i experience many things alone. i often think to myself,
"wow, i wish someone else could see what i'm seeing right now - feel what i'm feeling."
the blue water of lake michigan that my camera simply can't capture; the feeling as i leave my apartment that never just feels like going out, but like setting out; the strange successful feeling i have after navigating the El and ending up in the right place.
i want to share these things.
perhaps this thought has been brewing around in my subconscious for so long that my inner mind got fed up and made the decision for me:
just start blogging already.
i want to blog.
now, this first thought after waking from a very peaceful, uninterrupted slumber was strange for many reasons. for one, my first thoughts monday through friday are usually an inner battle between the responsible professional in me that understands the importance of punctuality and hygiene in the working world, and the cranky, petulant side of me that would rather call in sick or craft a family emergency than touch my feet to the floor before 7:00 am.
never have my first thoughts been so bold, so brazen. as though i had made up my mind in my sleep, weighed the pros and cons as i do with all decisions, and there it was, nothing more to discuss: you, alli, want to blog.
i have never even considered blogging before. in fact, i used to gag at the mere mention of the word blog. though, i suppose, we all have at one time or another resisted social media, only to cave and embrace it with open arms, anxious to be on the crux of the next revolution in displaying our innermost thoughts and feelings for the whole world to see.
though i have never been one to keep my feelings to myself, i rarely volunteer them without provocation. perhaps this is why i never before considered delving into the blogosphere (yep, this word still makes me gag).
however, i have recently moved 900 miles away from home and everyone i love, from richmond, virginia to chicago, illinois. this distance presents a challenge to stay as involved as i once was with my friends and family. the discourse of my life and the day to day can no longer be exchanged across a dinner table, with a glass of wine, or in my mother's arms.
being on my own requires me to volunteer information on how my day/week/weekend was with my family and friends through emails, texts, and long phone conversations, rather than in passing or as i throw down my keys, ask what's for dinner and sink into my favorite red chair in the living room. and the truth is, i want to share.
though i love my new found independence i have in this big, foreign city, i experience many things alone. i often think to myself,
"wow, i wish someone else could see what i'm seeing right now - feel what i'm feeling."
the blue water of lake michigan that my camera simply can't capture; the feeling as i leave my apartment that never just feels like going out, but like setting out; the strange successful feeling i have after navigating the El and ending up in the right place.
i want to share these things.
perhaps this thought has been brewing around in my subconscious for so long that my inner mind got fed up and made the decision for me:
just start blogging already.
WHY haven't you started this sooner? I love you and miss you. This makes me feel closer to you
ReplyDeleteJust keep tellin' it like it is.
ReplyDeleteLove, Dad