I’m New. Bear With Me.

This January, I challenged myself to accomplish 52 goals during the year 2014. One of those goals was to start a blog—which I did early this morning. Now that I’ve jumped into the blogosphere, I’m not exactly sure what I plan on doing while I’m here.

When I was younger, I used to write—a lot. I kept a journal and would religiously write about my day. Somewhere, I even have a notebook filled with random poems. I’m not sure why, but for some reason, I just stopped. I ceased the journals, the poems, and the little stories. Towards the end of my high school career, and my freshman year of college, I insisted that I hated writing. I would procrastinate on my essays until the night before they were due, which always resulted in me panicking and staying up late into the night. Despite the fact that I always franticly wrote my assignments, I ended up pulling off amazing grades.

Just a few weeks ago, I started a job as a writing tutor at my college. (Yes, that’s right, a writing tutor who insisted she hated writing). Seeing the numerous essays pass in front of me, I began to be inspired to once again create and paint pictures with only my words. One night, while I was feeling particularly down and confused about a recent event, I decided to just write whatever came to mind. Leaning back, I was shocked at what I had written. I couldn’t believe that I had just written something that was not assigned to me, and that I had thoroughly enjoyed myself! After five years, my writer’s block was gone. I was back.

Last night, I was feeling particularly guilty about keeping my writings to myself. I enjoy reading others’ works, so why should I keep my writings hidden away and just continue to take—never giving anything back? I decided that now was the perfect time to check off another goal for 2014: create a blog.

The blog is started, and I have content written up and waiting in the wings. I don’t like being molded into a box, and I won’t do so with this blog. I plan on varying between short, creative bursts of fiction and vivid, descriptive pieces when the mood strikes, and whatever else I happen to want to write about. I have no clue what I’m doing or where I’m going, but my only hope is that reading this blog brings you the same sense of joy and freedom I get while writing it.


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