A peculiar thing happened to me today.
Due to a recent realignment of authority at work, I have a new boss. My chest tightened when my calendar showed that he had requested an individual touch-base with me. Uh oh, am I fired? (I wasn’t, by the way. It was actually a very encouraging meeting.) After a few minutes, the conversation evolved into talk about my creative outlets. What is it that I love to do that allows me to express my creativity? Well, I can’t draw or paint, and I definitely can’t sing. I love to take pictures, but I’m certainly not a talented photographer. My recent stint as a set wardrober has allowed me to project my creativity onto the style of the actors and actresses I work with each week, but what do I do for me? I write.
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I surprised myself. It sounded so cheesy to me. But as I thought more deeply about it, I realized how true it was. Since middle school, I have always been a writer. Remember the days of Xanga and Myspace? (If mine still exists somewhere in the depths of the internet, I hope I never see it again. The things I wrote back then were mortifying… life was NOT that bad.) I have always had a blog – a blank slate onto which I could spew all of my emotions, both sad and happy, and use words to figure things out. Even this blog, created so long ago, was sitting empty, but waiting for me to come running back when I needed a little creative expression.
So, with the encouragement of my new boss, here I am. Again.
I have no intentions of creating a specifically themed blog. I don’t cook enough to overload the internet with my own twists on already great recipes. There are so many people in the world more stylish than myself, so this won’t be a fashion blog. This definitely won’t be an advice column. It’s sole purpose is to be me.
Someone once told me that writing regularly puts you on the path to self-discovery. In my mind, there is nothing more beneficial to the 20-somethings of America than that. It is crucial that I figure things out on my own, while I still have the world at my fingertips. And there is nothing more to happiness than being completely content with myself.
This is my journey.