First off, I don't do blogs and, despite my best efforts, I rarely keep a journal. But the more I think about it, the more I realize how many great stories I have, stories that are worth retelling in my own words. [Note: You may not want to read them, but that does not make them any less worth retelling.]
This idea of stories got me thinking (which is actually another term for procrastinating). Merriam-Webster defines "story" as "an account of incidents or events, a statement regarding the facts pertinent to a situation in question." However, an "author" is "one that originates or creates."
How can you originate or create, but still give a true account of incidents or events? Where's the balance?
From where I'm sitting, standing, living, sleeping, writing, there is a balance. I'm still not sure, but I'm going to find it.
This is my account of the stories of my life - good, bad, beautiful, and just plain boring. I don't live exorbitantly; I work two jobs, but I love them both. I don't live extraordinarily; I'm a student who works harder than necessary and often pays the price of exhaustion as a result. I don't live extravagantly; I'm struggling to find the answers to many of my questions.
Here's to questions without answers.
I want to make this work. This is going to be the time that I succeed in keeping this blog alive.
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