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Sunday, 31 March 2013

I thought I'd start a blog. I am about 5 years late on the trend, but that seems to be a bit of a thing for me - I've only just started exploring Twitter (still don't entirely understand it) and, like most girls 5 years ago, I've for some unknown reason become slightly obsessive with the Twilight Saga. For someone with a 1st class honours in English Literature I feel that maybe I should have let the latter trend pass me by. Oh well, what's done is done.

I wonder what most people's reasons are for starting a blog. Maybe they are starting their own business and need a virtual space to sell and share their creations. Maybe they are an avid traveller and yearn to document    their paths and journeys. Maybe they have a particular obsession or hobby. I am none of these things.

Like most 20 somethings (and maybe 30 somethings but I'm not there yet), I have no idea what I want to do. As a child, when I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my answers varied from mechanic to dancer on 'Stars in their Eyes' - but I always answered with confidence and conviction. Then again, I always did everything with confidence and conviction as a child, often to my parent's embarrassment. Now, on the other hand, I haven't got a clue. Some of my thoughts include: Singer. Writer. Editor. Choral Conductor. Yoga Instructor. Concerts Manager. Coffee Barrister.

I've had many soul-searching moments, often clutching a cup of Earl Grey tea with my friend Jen, but I'm still no closer to truly figuring life out. In my adamant quest to find out, however, I felt I have lost myself a little bit. I don't paint any more, or write songs, or sew.

The other day I was sitting in an amazing little coffee shop in Birmingham (Yorks Bakery) and felt a wave of sheer happiness. I was simply sitting in a comfy leather chair, with a cup of dark hot chocolate, reading 'The God of Small Things' and semi listening to the Rachel Sermani track in the background. I was happy. I was peaceful. And felt truly like myself.

It was then that I thought about a blog.  A place to simply be. A place to write, and to share any little thoughts or ponderings that I might have with anyone who wants to listen (well, read). It doesn't matter if I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, because on here I can be all of them.

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