I've been doing a lot of thinking about writing lately, trying to pin down why exactly it is that I want to take the time to blog. It's certainly the "thing to do" these days, especially if you're a mommy...but I don't have kids to photograph or write stories about, nor am I a freelance artist (chef, photographer, writer, etc.) with an specific skill, an at-home office or a flexible schedule. This has resulted in a lot of writer's block, and it's been kind of hard for me to consistently write posts, especially if I'm aiming for more than once a week. So why bother?

I think it's important to remember (I'm mostly talking to myself, here) that everyone deserves to have a voice. Before the internet, people had to work a lot harder to be heard, or to put themselves out into the world. Now, it's almost too easy (see: Rebecca Black). But that's a good thing for those of us who wouldn't have necessarily gone so far as to try to publish a book, or become a columnist at a newspaper. And it's great for the rest of the world, too; how many creative ideas or fun stories would I have not heard about had it not been for all of the blogs that I follow? It's also wonderful to discover the talent of your peers through their posts.

I've been intimidated and inspired by other blogs, often thinking to myself, "How do they do that?", both about their creativity and their ability to show some real emotions without the fear that even one person could criticize or disagree with them. Something I'm striving for is allowing myself to be more vulnerable (something I am completely loath to do) by writing posts like this one, where I actually express something beyond the flighty and shallow. Facebook, and the internet in general, make it incredibly easy for us to make our lives look spectacularly interesting and problem-free, because we are allowed to pick and choose what is made public (for the most part). I am just as much a part of this as anyone, but I'm beginning to wonder if it isn't becoming a detriment to my depth, or my ability to relate honestly with others. I have a prideful-ness problem (there, I said it), and that, combined with my perfectionism, causes me to care way too much about how I am portrayed, both online and in real life ("irl" for all you hip cats out there). Too much thinking is involved in that, and I'm just kinda over it. I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd, and in order to really live, I need to let go a little, and learn to express myself - like, really express myself - again, like I used to before my pride took over. I'd like to do this in all areas of my life, but writing seems like a good place to start. And that is one of the reasons I want to take the time to blog.

P.S. Fantastic TED Talk about the power of vulnerability by Brené Brown:



Chances are, immediately after I hit "Publish Post" at the bottom of the page, I'll want to take this down. But guess what? Not gonna do that this time, folks (yes, I've done it before). This is the internetz, so you're stuck with whatever I want to write. Both liberating and terrifying (for me...though maybe the latter applies to you as well).

I have so many more thoughts percolating in my noggin, but I'll just stick with a random one that popped into my head this morning: isn't it interesting that some little life habits are ingrained in us without us noticing? This morning, as I was putting my outfit for the day into the dryer to heat out the wrinkles (much easier than ironing), I first took out the lint rack (is that what it's even called?) to remove the lint from the previous person's laundry (we share a washer and dryer with the six or so other people in our building). I got a chunk loose, and then used that chunk to wipe up the rest of the lint on the screen (lint screen, maybe that's what it is...). And it was while I was doing that that I realized I don't recall how I knew that trick in the first place. I don't even think I had ever done it before I moved into this particular apartment building with this washer and dryer; I certainly never did it at home (sorry Mom), and that was where I did all of my laundry throughout college. I must have seen my mother do it multiple times while growing up, which is where I picked it up, but it wasn't until I hit my "adult" life that the habit kicked in. It was intriguing to me. All of this from a lint ball. Deep thoughts for 7:30 a.m.

Things I'm diggin' right now:
- The secret life of swimmers (make sure you hover your mouse over where it says "Image Info" at the top for each photo
- hellogiggles.com
- Books that will make you look like an intellectual beach-goer
- All of the places to explore when I move to LA





Glowing


Happy Tuesday!