Deep breath...look up to the ceiling while typing...I can't belive it's taken me so long to do this. Actually, I signed up a very long time ago to do this whole blogging thing, but I wasn't ready to committ to it. I was intimidated by the task, felt as if my thoughts wouldn't be good, witty enough. And I'm not really sure of how much this intimidation has changed, all I know is that like a dark cloud, I'm ready to purge, to rain down. I mean, for crying out loud, I'm a writer, right? And committment...I sit here teetering between leaving off at any one word and finishing this tomorrow. But if I do that, I'll never really stick to this endeavor. And besides, my current stream of consciousness will be cold and that will only equal another lost set of profound thoughts.
I'm in a transition...the single LONGEST transition of my LIFE!! I never knew transition could be so very long! You've gotta get somewhere at some time, huh? But, it's just the impatience, the knowing I belong in another place, hopefully a better stake in life. I'm and opera singer, and that's my next stop on this journey. A career of costume and melodrama...I tell you, there's nothing like being an emoter of every gesture and phrase known to language. Taking four whole minutes to tell my boyfriend, who I only met five minutes ago, that my name is Mimi has got to make me some sort of exceptional rule breaker. What's not to love?
So here's how I want to run this thing:
I was going to spill and sum my whole life story in this one post, but no, I'll pull it along as lexiconical taffy. Each day, typing out a sticky loop from around the tip of my fingers, hoping that it's sweet and melty to my readers (anyone?). If this is a committment, them I'm going to ground myself in this blogging vehicle and ride it out into the blazing sunset, in a convertible of course, just in case it rains...
I vow to write EVERYDAY on this blog for the next 90 days. The first, uh...however long it takes, I will be narcisistic and detail my life story, that which I think is relevant anyway. Then I will branch out into issues and views, and then, well, by then I hope to be on the other side of my transition and who knows...wow, I just looked at my clock on the stroke of midnight, June 20, 2oo9. Sigh of serendipity...I guess that means from here to September 20, 2009, I'm married to this thing and will be either dying for annullment or forever balled and dehydrating myself of profound lexicon.
Question of the day:
Have you ever been intimidated out of doing something because you knew you were good at it?
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