As you can tell from the title of this blog, I was forced to make it for class. My first ten or so posts are very boring because of that purpose. I don't suggest reading them.
Then, one day, I went to the beach and got stuck in a sand tunnel. The adventure was so all around interesting that I felt the need to share it with the world. So I came to this blog and I wrote.
Before that day, I didn't know that I actually could write, not in any interesting way at least. Before then, I didn't really even have any clue of the liberty that can be found through creative expression. And I had suddenly found my expression, found my voice, found my ability to portray myself and my mind through my words. It was exhilarating.
What followed was regular blogging, for quite some time. Then I played WoW for a year and stopped, well, everything except WoW. Then I was back! Then I tried to work two jobs, plan a wedding, enroll in and withdraw from grad school, and did not have time for blogging. My very, very few dedicated readers, mainly my mom, would remind me, "Oh, and we haven't seen a blog update from you in awhile." And I missed blogging.
One reason I didn't blog was because I never walked alone. I learned this the other day. I used to walk across campus on a regular basis, ride the bus, or work out regularly all while listening to music. This allowed my mind the necessary time to wander and find ideas for my blog. Then, I began a student internship, took walks with my dear friend Leah, and discovered that my iPhone had a Netflix app, which is far preferable to music. Movies are better at distracting me, and if I'm not distracted my mind keeps going back to the same, "This is not fun. Why am I on this elliptical again?"
The other morning, I was up early and the weather was gorgeous, so I went on a walk. During that walk, listening to music out of what used to be my headset for grad school (what happened to all of my headphones in the move? I used to own earbuds...) and wondering if all the cars driving by wondered why I had a microphone on my headset, I decided to write a blog about social anxiety disorder. I also came to the realization during that blog that walking is my inspiration. I think everyone has some sort of inspiration and a creative outlet to release that inspiration. Apparently, I haven't been blessed with any amazing, incredible talents. I will never create any sort of masterpiece that is remembered, or even one that makes money. I won't ever awe the world with my skills. But, if I find time to take a solitary walk with my headphones on and music playing, I can guarantee you that I will later be able to write a few words that allow you insight into the inner workings of my mind.
And now that my schedule is more free, now that I'm married and settled in with my husband Mike (husband!) I have free time. My blog readers (all three of you...) I'm back!
