The Poetry That Is Life

Trying to find the beauty, the poetry, in every moment



Identity Crisis

I wrote an opinion piece for the school newspaper this past week.  I’m in the newspaper writing class this semester, and honestly I volunteered this week to get the editorial requirement out of the way; I had no idea what I should write about.  Thankfully, the Lord revealed to me a subject that I should explore in writing, namely because it’s something that I have had to deal with in my own life.  It’s always cathartic to write about life, and I hope that something I say will have a positive effect on someone else.

Check it out. 


The Beginning

So, I’m sitting in the library attempting to write an essay that is due Monday.  I’ve been stuggling with writer’s block, so I go off to create a blog.  Make sense? Not at all.

I’ve been playing with the idea of creating a blog for some time now.  I did the whole xanga thing in the early stages of high school (probably one of the most superficial things I’ve ever seen or read—for the most part.  Some people wrote meaningfully.  But I digress).  I even began another blog this summer with the intention of writing anonymously about “issues” (whatever that means) that I felt strongly about at any given time.  I built up a portfolio of a grand and amazing…one post.  And that was the end of that.

I don’t want to give this blog a particularly purpose.  Partially because I don’t know what the purpose will be myself.  Daily reflections, maybe?  A way for my family to stay updated with what’s going on with my life?  I’m not sure what it will turn into.  (Granted that I keep it going.  I don’t want to shoot myself in the foot from the get-go through negative thinking, but I’m a busy girl, and I’m not really sure how to be honest and open on here and not reveal too much of myself.  That could be a dangerous combination for the life-span of a blog.)

I just hope that whatever this blog turns out to be, that I can be real with my audience (whoever that is) and uplift them somehow.  I hope they can take away something meaningful from what I have to say, even if it’s just knowing what I’m up to.

So, what am I up to?  Well, for now, it’s getting back to that essay…

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