I've been thinking for a few weeks what to write for my first (!) blog post...and since that has resulted in a teensy bit of anxiety and exactly ZERO words on paper, I decided just to start writing and see what
interesting, hopefully sense-making ideas I can commit to.
Right now, I'm dying to sprinkle a little creativity in my life. I want to read the stack of books beside my bed, learn to improvisationally (is this a word?) cook, spend an evening after work relaxing over cocktails instead of packing in three extra activities on top of each other and then STILL trying to make it to the gym. I want to finally take a class in make-up artistry, get that dressmaker's dummy and use it like crazy, and actually make my own Polyvore board instead of just drooling over everyone else's. I want this to be a place where I can open up about exploring the city, fashion, fitness, hair, food, and maybe an occasional good old-fashioned rant.
Adding blogging to my list of activities, especially when I'm trying to ~simplify~ seems counter-intuitive, but I'm trying to forget about the endgame and focus on getting some pleasure out of the journey. Maybe the blog will do it, maybe it won't.
Here's to the ride,