My mom gave me the idea to start a blog while she was on vacation. I've heard of blogs and knew a few people that had written them before, but I never gave it a thought to actually write one myself. Sure I love to write, it's my favorite thing to do when I'm not spending time with my family. I love the feeling of getting lost when I write. It's almost like I'm in my own world and nothing or no one can interrupt me here. It reminds me of the dead of winter when a sound can't be heard and all you see are the snowflakes falling from the sky. It's so quiet and peaceful and this is exactly why winter is my favorite season.
As I sit here I wonder what I should be writing about, what someone else would want to read and for the life of me I can only think of one thing. I can only write about life. People are curious about what goes on in another person's life because we're hardwired to wonder what our life would be like if we were someone else. I've wondered about this my entire life; well the past 24 years anyway. I used to wonder what it would be like to be a famous celebrity or an author that wrote a book that changed the way people view the world.
Sadly I haven't become a famous celebrity and I still haven't written that book yet. Still I don't see a reason not to keep on doing what I love, just because I haven't changed the world. Maybe I'm meant to change the world in a different way or maybe, just maybe, my time to write that book hasn't come yet. For now I'll settle with trying to reach out and show the world what I'm made of and what makes me and my life interesting.
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