Something happened this weekend that pushed me to further my desire of blogging. It was a moment I had with with three of my best friends, a surreal moment that made me realize that blogging might just be the thing I need to do (considering that my mind has been swirling with ideas and thoughts lately). Anyway, I admitted to my friends that I often tend to narrate things AS they are happening. Let me give you an example of what I mean by this, me and my friends will be having a conversation regarding our health while we break the seal of a new bottle of Nutella and in my head I begin to narrate our actions like, "she plunged her knife into the bottle of Nutella as she looked up to finish saying it was important that we begin counting cals". I was convinced I was the only one who did that sort of thing, that's why I had never shared with anyone that I would do that, come to find out there are some that do. Now i'm thinking, more people are as weird as I am...that's a comforting thought.
But my point in this is that I'm going to take a big leap here and write, just write. Number one because I think it would be healthy for me, and number two because I don't want to regret one day no having done it, since its something I've always wanted to do. Regardless of who reads, that isn't the point. It's a personal thing. Who am I talking to? It may be no one and thats okay because in a sense I believe that it's good to talk to yourself, or to reflect. I've begun to embrace my 'alone time', I want to become used to being alone, and love it. Or rather, independent. Last year when I lived in Sierra we were required to write weekly journals to past a Sierran, and I realized this weekend that its healthy to just sit and write out everything. Everything that bothered me, that I loved, enjoyed, felt or desired at the moment. And that is what I intend to do through this.
I've never been so pensive lately and so eager to get things moving. Something in me is just screaming and anticipating bigger and better things. I've admitted to myself that I have been incredibly restless, I want a new job, a new project, to take the next step, I want to challenge myself, feel a new passion for something. I can only hope this restlessness is a good thing, I can only hope that this thirst for adventure isn't just a faze, because I have to admit that I'm falling in love with it.
