Blog virgin

My first blog ever...I am a blogging virgin.
I never thought I would blog, but I guess writing in a journal is soooo 1997.

Have you ever tried to write in a journal in public? It's horrible. People trying to be witty and clever," whatchu doin, writing in your DIARY??" Umm...actually, yes I am ya hun-yuck, and guess who just earned themselves a sentence in my...DIARY! Please don't take that as a compliment, because rest assured it won't be pretty.

I feel like the word diary sounds like a little girl should be writing in it. It should have a lock on the front, be covered in cheap pink felt or glittery heart stickers, and be filled with nothing but secret crushes and gossip about the new girl at school.

A journal on the other hand...that sounds mysterious or profound. Elegant, if you will. When I hear that someone write in a journal, I image them at the end of a dock on a peaceful lake, or in the middle of a grassy field lying on their stomachs, writing about their dreams, hopes, wishes, travels, loves, and loves lost. It would be leather bound, with a torn binding and soft, worn in pages. That's why I started writing in a journal...I liked how they looked, felt, even smelled. I liked the way I felt when I wrote in them.

I started writing with the intention of conveying the deepest thoughts and feelings to these soft pieces of paper. I filled up pages upon pages...for a while. Pretty soon it turned in to what I had done that day, my daily activities instead of my hopes, dreams, and wishes. My journal had turned into a dayplanner. It got boring. It was no longer a release.

Now I am blogging. I have entered a whole new world, of a virtual kind. We will see how this goes, I don't know if this virtual world is ready for me to dig deep into my oh-so-deliciously average life.

Later Days,
DMD