“Never lose the opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s own handwriting”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
not really the blogging kind. I’ve always held the tenacity to think that bloggers required secretly extroverted personalities, and I don’t fit into that prototype. Only recently did the foolishness of my reasoning strike me. I’m embarrassed by my own categorization.
I was more of a lover of fiction in all its ambitious scope for imagination.
What might have brought about this change of heart? The answer lies among the WordPress bloggers themselves. These past few months, I have been nothing more than a silent observer in this vast sea of writing. Food blogs with their spicy aroma, wafting through the letters, personal blogs showing off their well-worn edges, sports blogs with the thrill of an adrenaline rush, and so many more, each emitting a unique fragrance that cannot be replicated.
You’ll have tempted me, with the fresh red fruit of the written word. I am sinking my teeth in, unknowing and naive. Starting something new has always been accompanied by a fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach. I crave approval and flinch from disregard, but I implore that you ignore my petty reactions, as I lie on the platter of judgment, and hand you the carving knife. You may nitpick at the bones of my errors, while I derive a sadistic pleasure from improvement.
As for the content of my blog, I often find it immensely troubling when I cannot affirm myself to be loyal to a singular topic. Therefore, I shall follow the tide as it carries me. A student, a writer, a woman, a daughter and a dreamer. Whichever among these aspects of my whole decides to come out to play, will result in the topics I choose for your interest.
I hope you anticipate my shaky first steps and my growth, as I record it into the short excerpts of writing commonly termed as a blog.