Two years ago my husband, Tim, and I spent two weeks traveling across Ireland to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. During the trip, I kept a travel journal (as many people do). I wrote in it every day recounting our adventures, people we met and various thoughts on things. About a month ago we moved into a new house. I found in one of the many boxes this same journal. So this week, we've been reading an entry a night. Sort of reliving our journey through the stories I told. It's been one of my favorite parts of the day. Listening to stories of the people we met, places we went and memories we've made. What a strange and wonderful experience it has been. I am reading words that are written in a way so that they no longer seem like my own but like that of a really great storyteller. It really makes me want to go back...and...that's when it hit me...
I used to do this all the time! Write...all the time...all kinds of things. Stories. Poems. Sayings. Rants. Anything I could think of...and I loved it. Somewhere hidden away I still have the first story I ever wrote about an ostrich named Jobeana that ran away to Africa when she thought her friends forgot her birthday. Strange, but hey, I was a creative child. I've wanted to get back in the habit of writing again, but I how to start or what to write about. I used to have ideas flow out of my head constantly. I couldn't write them down fast enough. Now, not so much. Then Tim suggested that I start a blog. A blog? Me? There would be the same problem. How do I start? What do I write about? Would anybody ever read it? Would that really matter? Did I really care if anyone read it? I have a friend that blogs, but she has a topic. Me, I got...nothing.
Wait...nothing? That's it! NOTHING!! I can write about nothing, or something, or anything. After all it is my blog and I can do with it what I want! There used to be a pretty successful sitcom about nothing and people loved it. Well, I HATED it but I think I was the only one. I think I can move past that one similarity long enough to get into this and actually enjoy myself. Either way, I'm diving in...head first...and writing again. Blogging away about whatever I feel like talking about. Enjoy...or don't. It doesn't matter. I know I'm going to enjoy it. And that's the only thing that matters!
