Beginning to Blog

As a child, almost every birthday and every Christmas I would be given some form of new diary / journal / notepad. These blank books were probably some of my favourite gifts ever and in the weeks and months that would follow, I would fill those miniature books with all of the ramblings that came straight from the mind of the younger version of myself. Blank pages became stories and secrets, moments and memories, and with a little amount of time, an empty journal evolved into a small novel.

I always adored this process as a young girl. Just watching my words fill page after page, recording my thoughts and feelings somewhere safe, so that once they had passed with the moment that they existed within, there was still some evidence of them left behind. I always hoped that one day I would fill one of my journals with an incredible story, that I would have some extraordinary tale to tell. So I would wait and wonder when I would document this epic story. However, what has occurred to me since those days, is that if you still and wait for the events to unfold, what you have is an ending and you have omitted the story. Life's big moments are built on the foundations of all the smaller stepping stone moments.

There are many things we forget about our childhood, sometimes we choose to forget, sometimes we forget accidentally. It is quite easily to grow and to forget the things that brought happiness to your youth. I had forgotten my love of writing and story telling until a short while ago.

On my 20th Birthday, my best friend had me feeling like the 8 year old version of myself again when she gave me an empty journal as a gift. Just like the littler version of myself, I felt the same feelings of excitement over the gift and the same anticipation about what stories and words that journal would come to hold in due time.

So recently, this journal, travelled more than 7,000 miles around the world with me and fulfilled its purpose of becoming the official document of all the ramblings that came straight from the mind of the present version of myself. And every time I wrote an entry in that book, I felt that same youthful enjoyment I did for all those years as a child. I enjoyed all the time I spent processing my thoughts as I transferred them from my brain to my book, I adored playing with words as if they were a construction toy and I was building and creating something exciting and new. It was like falling in love for a second time.

Since I have completed this journal I have bought more to continue to write and fill, but it has also inspired me to take the plunge and begin blogging. I have always had this conception that to be able to blog you need to be an extremely interesting person, who lives an exotic lifestyle and is immensely fascinating and appealing to all other human beings. That may well be true in some instances. But, I am hoping, you can also be a relatively good, or at least moderately interesting, at blogging if you have an original thought and an inspiring story, or little stories, to tell.

So here goes nothing. Welcome to my blog...