Huh. Well, I never thought I'd be sitting in my unmade bed (well, I could've guessed it'd be unmade!) starting a silly 'ole blog at 12:52 am on a Wednesday, of course before my early classes. I'm not quite sure why I'm startin' this. I have always loved to read and write. As a kid, you'd find me with my nose buried in a book in my room or at the dinner table. My library card was swiped more than my now debit card! Who'd a thought?! I remember in 6th grade, I thought I was going to be a doctor, so I'd go to the intermediate school library and check out stacks of psychology books. I felt really, really cool.
Then I got shoved into a locker (kidding, kidding...)
We also had reading logs. I lied on like, every single one of them. Didn't well? Gee wiz, I'm getting assigned MATH BOXES and NOW reading? Gimme a break!
Ope, off track. Anyways. I started journaling my senior year of high school. I was always a chaotic, messy thinker. My brain's comparable to...having too many tabs open on your computer, but you want to see click on them all at once. But you can't choose which. Commence the chaos. Some call is ADD and ADHD, but I call it being an Anderson. Thanks for the genes, mom and dad! My mom is just as scatter brained as I am--she calls it a curse, but I think it's a blessing. Because of it, I am creative, energetic, and passionate about everything under the sun. I'm definitely terrible at math, but I can do a whole lotta brainstorming and idea-creatin'!
Oh, man. Anyways...I wrote a lot in a tattered green notebook my senior year. I had gone through an emotional and messy friendship conflict and I had to talk myself through it, just me and some paper. It helped a lot. Soon, I began documenting, well, everything. I loved and love the idea of having your life somewhere that's not in your head. I love making my memories concrete. I know the most wonderful moments of my life will get foggy as time passes, but they will remain inked onto paper that I can keep with me forever. I think it's a pretty magical thing--being able to write down and interpret your life as you see it happen before you and to you. I want to hear what my 17 year old self has to say about graduating high school and what it felt like, not my 20 year old self trying desperately to recount it. There is something special about writing about life NOW as you experience it rather than trying to write about it later after it's happened.
I think that's what I'm trying to do here and now. I'm trying to capture my life and all its joy and pain and tears and things that make me human. I want to capture it as soon as it happens, and keep it. And share it. So, if you'd like, you can follow with me and laugh at my mess ups and downfalls. Hopefully this blog will make you feel a little bit less alone, reading my experiences and maybe connecting with them. They will be brutally honest and human. Maybe you just stop in once a month, or once a year, to see what I'm up to. Either way, the door's wide open!
Then I got shoved into a locker (kidding, kidding...)
We also had reading logs. I lied on like, every single one of them. Didn't well? Gee wiz, I'm getting assigned MATH BOXES and NOW reading? Gimme a break!
Ope, off track. Anyways. I started journaling my senior year of high school. I was always a chaotic, messy thinker. My brain's comparable to...having too many tabs open on your computer, but you want to see click on them all at once. But you can't choose which. Commence the chaos. Some call is ADD and ADHD, but I call it being an Anderson. Thanks for the genes, mom and dad! My mom is just as scatter brained as I am--she calls it a curse, but I think it's a blessing. Because of it, I am creative, energetic, and passionate about everything under the sun. I'm definitely terrible at math, but I can do a whole lotta brainstorming and idea-creatin'!
Oh, man. Anyways...I wrote a lot in a tattered green notebook my senior year. I had gone through an emotional and messy friendship conflict and I had to talk myself through it, just me and some paper. It helped a lot. Soon, I began documenting, well, everything. I loved and love the idea of having your life somewhere that's not in your head. I love making my memories concrete. I know the most wonderful moments of my life will get foggy as time passes, but they will remain inked onto paper that I can keep with me forever. I think it's a pretty magical thing--being able to write down and interpret your life as you see it happen before you and to you. I want to hear what my 17 year old self has to say about graduating high school and what it felt like, not my 20 year old self trying desperately to recount it. There is something special about writing about life NOW as you experience it rather than trying to write about it later after it's happened.
I think that's what I'm trying to do here and now. I'm trying to capture my life and all its joy and pain and tears and things that make me human. I want to capture it as soon as it happens, and keep it. And share it. So, if you'd like, you can follow with me and laugh at my mess ups and downfalls. Hopefully this blog will make you feel a little bit less alone, reading my experiences and maybe connecting with them. They will be brutally honest and human. Maybe you just stop in once a month, or once a year, to see what I'm up to. Either way, the door's wide open!
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