Hello blog.
... It's been awhile.
I'm not much of a blogger... OBVIOUSLY. I have another blog about my adventures in Paris. Wouldn't you think you'd have a million posts about your adventures in Paris? No. I have like three. One of which is focused on my toe being cut off by a french doctor named Doctor Casanova (no really, true story, click here to see the post). Nothing about the rich culture, the fabulous architecture, the decadent food, the gorgeous language......
Super odd since I have the most ridiculous love affair with all things French.
Also odd since I grew up thinking I was going to be a writer.
I used to love to write. My grandma would joke that I have a pen as an extension of my hand. I even thought for a long time I would be a writer. I remember marching in a parade where all the kids dressed up as what they wanted to be when they grew up. There were dancers and police men and all sorts of stuff. My super creative mom dressed me up in a huge floppy sweater (that I still have... it's still huge ha!), with messy hair filled with pens and pencils, glasses and a notebook in my hand. Because that's what I wanted to be. That's what I was good at.
Right now I'm going through lots of different career options.... what do I want to be? I've looked at Public Relations, broadcasting, journalism, advertising, music, music education, elementary education, accounting, physics, engineering, French, dance, theater... I just really don't know what to do with my life. What I'm trying to do is observe my skills and see how I could best apply them into society... As I've done this I've noticed how terrible my writing skills have gotten... and I feel kind of sad. That used to be my forte, and alas with lack of practice comes a loss in talent.
But in that same sense.... shouldn't I be able to practice writing and get it better again? Maybe I could readjust myself to expressing my thoughts and feelings in a fluid and reasonable manner like I used to, maybe throwing in some fun words here and there. (My favorite word is juxtaposition... it's so cool!).
So I'm going to try to re-train myself to write.
I almost kept a journal, but then I realized how amazing the marvelous ambiguity of an invisible blog audience is. I can write like people are going to read what I write. True, I do realize that no one will read this. But at least it feels like I'm talking to someone. One way conversation skills aren't the best skill to practice, true. But I'll feel more of a sense of purpose and reason to write. And maybe will drive me here more often to write.
So I guess this is my open journal.... Hello world! Take a look into my head, I don't mind!
I guess that's the reason I started this blog in the first place....
So I guess this is more of a Welcome Back post, a re-commitment to my non-existing fans that I will never fail you again, or at least not until my time is taken with things like work, school or a real social life. But fo the moment I am back to post the mindless jabberings of Ms Alli Kae.
