out from the christmas shopping - i emerge
I was going to start of this post with an apology but considering this blog is for me - I’d only truly be apologizing to myself and well that's just silly. Instead of being sorry I’m going to make a commitment to post to this blog, something at least once a week.
When I started this blog I wanted to post my writing, I actually wanted to turn it into it's own novel. A healing experience of sorts. As soon as I set out to do this I immediately stalled - the writing that I am going to post is of a highly personal matter. I have so many ideas; I have trouble juggling what to write down.
See the thing is I also have a personal blog and I’m having trouble deciding which goes where. So I have laid down my ground rules and they are: anything that is creative in nature will be posted to this blog anything else; rants, theories, or whatever else I come up with will be posted to moBLOG!
I wrestled with whether or not I should be posting any of my criminology thoughts, ideas or research here - it just doesn't fit with the tone of the blog so this will also be posted to moBLOG! (eventually to have it's own section on that blog)
So that is my promise to myself, because whether it appears that way or not - this blog (all personal blogs) are really for the individual. A virtual journal that gets feedback - what a fantastic notion.
I’m thankful to the effect that I’m no longer 19 y/o because what I wrote in my private diary at that age was really rather sexual. It was all about drinking and sex. Maybe it still is - not for me it isn’t. Good thing I wrote something down during that time in my life or I would have absolutely no recollection of those years.
Now that I’m sober(er)...
What about our teenage years? They were my most turbulent and most creative. Is it that we have more time? More headspace? Or it is simply that the drudgery of high school lends itself seamlessly to creative whereas working a 9-5 (customer service) job dulls those senses?
Having recently taken a day off work, I know very certainly that days not spent at work are far more creative in nature. When I arrive home from work during the week, after having been yelled at by customers all day long - my level of creativity is at an all time low.
Enough talking. I will back this evening with a post. That is my promise to myself. I will be publishing a stream-of-consciousness type thingy that I wrote on the way back from my best friend's; while riding the via rails. I love the taking the train.
When I started this blog I wanted to post my writing, I actually wanted to turn it into it's own novel. A healing experience of sorts. As soon as I set out to do this I immediately stalled - the writing that I am going to post is of a highly personal matter. I have so many ideas; I have trouble juggling what to write down.
See the thing is I also have a personal blog and I’m having trouble deciding which goes where. So I have laid down my ground rules and they are: anything that is creative in nature will be posted to this blog anything else; rants, theories, or whatever else I come up with will be posted to moBLOG!
I wrestled with whether or not I should be posting any of my criminology thoughts, ideas or research here - it just doesn't fit with the tone of the blog so this will also be posted to moBLOG! (eventually to have it's own section on that blog)
So that is my promise to myself, because whether it appears that way or not - this blog (all personal blogs) are really for the individual. A virtual journal that gets feedback - what a fantastic notion.
I’m thankful to the effect that I’m no longer 19 y/o because what I wrote in my private diary at that age was really rather sexual. It was all about drinking and sex. Maybe it still is - not for me it isn’t. Good thing I wrote something down during that time in my life or I would have absolutely no recollection of those years.
Now that I’m sober(er)...
What about our teenage years? They were my most turbulent and most creative. Is it that we have more time? More headspace? Or it is simply that the drudgery of high school lends itself seamlessly to creative whereas working a 9-5 (customer service) job dulls those senses?
Having recently taken a day off work, I know very certainly that days not spent at work are far more creative in nature. When I arrive home from work during the week, after having been yelled at by customers all day long - my level of creativity is at an all time low.
Enough talking. I will back this evening with a post. That is my promise to myself. I will be publishing a stream-of-consciousness type thingy that I wrote on the way back from my best friend's; while riding the via rails. I love the taking the train.
