It has been gloomy and rainy today in Puerto Rico. Besides a stroll along the beach with my youngest sister that turned into a quick sprint because of the stinging raindrops, I have been inside all day moving from room to room with various forms of entertainment and snacking items. This may sound like a severe form of torture to you, or, like me, you would happily succumb to a forced (and oh, so desired) lazy vacation day. I could not be happier. I struggled through a few chapters in a book my old English teacher gave me (How to Read Literature Like a Professor), worked for an hour and a half on writing exercise #2 from 3 AM Epiphany that made me write a 500 word story using only imperative sentences (Question my sanity or nod, impressed at my determination), spent all of my hard-earned Sims money remodeling my toddler’s play room with a tea party set, a doll house, and a blackboard, fiddled around on Pinterest, and somehow found myself opening a link to a blog.
The link that I opened was to a decor blog that specializes in dorm and apartment style decorating. Heading off to college in the fall, I have devoted much of this summer to gathering ideas and pictures for my dream dorm room. After getting lost in the blog for awhile (literally getting lost- the organization of the blog was unbearable), a thought came to me: “I wish I had a blog.” It took me about two minutes to mentally bop myself upside the head.
“YOU HAVE A BLOG!”
Yes. I have a blog. But right now, I don’t use it as a blog. I use it as a public folder of essays and such that I have written. They are verbose and not entirely visitor friendly. Fumbling through that decor blog today with thoughts of how I would’ve organized and written it differently (and better), I decided that I should use my blog, not only as a gathering place of my longer pieces, but as a public and digital journal. I feel the same nervousness about this as I did when I first started my blog two years ago. I feel inadequate and not quite interesting enough to support a whole blog with my ramblings, but I’m going to give it a try. At the very least, this activity will help me maintain my writing skills and supplement the private journaling that I already do. At the very most, it might actually entertain you. I’ll probably be up all night trying to think of interesting things to write about.
But now, I must remove myself from my designated comfortable rainy day chair by the lamp and leave the condo for what feels like the first time today. Dinner awaits, and God knows that the only thing that could motivate me enough to move after such a lazy day is some lovely food in my stomach.
All my love,