Sometimes, when I have a little adventure, I get to thinking. Sometimes that leads to writing. Sometimes that writing seems good enough to share. That’s pretty much what I’ve got planned here.
Many years ago I kept a blog with an ex, but they both faded into the sunset. Then blogging fell out of fashion. Now we are bombarded with endless snippets of opinions and information across countless social media platforms and it feels like the pool is overcrowded, peed in. I need space. Space for my tiny contributions to humanity to be self-curated in a more beautiful and less cluttered way. There’s a touch of the ADD in me, so sometimes I get an idea and start with great gusto and then once the newness wears off I simply forget about it. I will still want to do it and I will still be able to do it well, it just loses the sticky oomph required to stay in my daily workflow. I’m hoping that the power of “My Goal” will keep blogging in rotation; I’m going to try for at least one post a week for a year.
Do I plan on being controversial? No, but with today’s political climate every single thing about you is controversial. Somebody will always be a little too passionate about anything you dare to share. Heck, I’ve done stupid things in my life here and there and this blog might inspire somebody to bring them up - being vocal online is risky. It’s always scarier to sing a solo than to sing in the choir.
Perhaps this is odd coming from a 40-something in today’s world, but I still try to slog around with my boots on, wearing a big backpack of possibilities. I try to walk to other people’s rivers and dive in. I try to be thoughtful on mountaintops. I try to swap trail treats and try new flavors. I try to start from places of unexpected beauty. I try to cherry-pick life’s offerings straight from the tree. I don’t have time to worry about conforming to some organized moral dogma because I’m only here for my little lifetime and I know what goodness is when I see it and when I do it. I do not believe in a meaning to any of this. It makes the beauty of the earth more wondrous and the atrocities more bearable. That being said, there are things in my life that I’ve made some decisions about, and I’m not afraid to stand up for that short list of truths.
Maybe here, off of the book of faces, I can hear myself again. Maybe you’ll want to get off the merry-go-round and sit down under a tree and read some of my words sometime. I‘ll probably write about nature, knitting, sideways politics, and creativity. If you’re truly (un-?)lucky, there may be a poem once in a while. I like connecting things in unexpected ways so it’s hard for me to pin down what this will all be “about”. I’m not going to indulge myself in the haughty idea that I could be inspiring, but maybe I can leave the internet a little better place than I found it.