I have long considered the thought of starting a blog. I love to write as it has always been a gateway into my mind; to capture the elusive thoughts that fly around my head all day – as well as my nights. Writing brings about clarity and new discovery; fleeting memories are given a somewhat longer life span. Writing gives life to my dreams and day dreams, allowing me to weave coherent stories and tales with those close to me.
But writing for all to see, exposing part of your inner-self, can bring questions and doubt. For what purpose am I writing? For whom am I writing? What will I call my blog? Will I be able to sound prolific and eloquent or will I come across as just another dork pretending to be important and trendy by starting a blog? Good heavens, WHAT will I write about? Will I focus on crochet projects? Will I make everything have a lesson or meaning? Or will I treat it like a journal with entries best left in a personal diary?
Answering "For whom am I writing" really let all the other worries fall into place. I am writing for me; to inspire me to do more, see more, experience more. To leave myself evidence for in the future that I am not letting my life waste away as I am prone to think. So when I am talking to someone on the phone and they ask what I have been doing, I don't have that sinking feeling of "I haven't been doing anything." I am writing for friends and family; in hopes that the physical distance separating us can feel just a little bit closer.
As for what I'll write about, I decided life is a bit too complex for a person with ADD to choose one focal topic. So prepare for a mosaic of crochet, art projects, and thoughts on articles I find worth sharing. I am also an expecting mother, and as I do not foresee picking up scrap
booking any time soon, I am sure there will be plenty of posts about daily life and milestones of my children for grandparents and family to see other than little glimpses that might be found on Facebook.
I am a leaf blowing on the wind. Sometimes it is difficult to not know where
you are going; to not know if you will prefer what lies ahead or long for what
lies behind. And yet, as a child born
into the military life, the winds of change have also shown me how life is
filled with excitement and adventure. I
have seen many new places, encountered many characters, and have experienced so
many things that I hope to share.
So, dear readers, I can promise you no sage advice nor prolific discoveries; only a glimpse of another thread in this tapestry of life. I welcome you on this new journey with me if you choose to come along, and I encourage you, as I do myself, to not just float on the breeze, going wherever it takes you, but to ride the wind, living life to the fullest.
Emily
