Here we go...

Day 1.

Today is the official last day of classes of my first semester freshmen year (YAY). And the official first day of my blog. Why write a blog (and start it when I should be studying for finals)?

From the time I was able to write coherent sentences about my day, I did. I kept a journal of information about my day, my friends, who fought at recess, my thoughts, whatever came to mind. As time passed, I would randomly come across these old journals (usually as I was attempting to clean out some drawer) and I would sit down for hours rereading and remembering. At some point, late middle school I think, I stopped writing in a journal. It seemed there wasn’t time. By high school, I began to rely heavily on my planner. Writing my homework down, sports games, scores of Texas Rangers baseball games, whose house I was hanging out at, what movies I went to the theatre to see, etc. became a way to record my life. I think we all want a way to record our lives, our thoughts, our hopes. As time goes on, the methods of recording change, but, as humans, we have always and will always invest much time in recording moments. We fill albums of pictures (Facebook counts too) in order to make sure we remember the moments that have been contributing factors in shaping who we are. Parents video their kids singing in Christmas musicals, playing dress up, and even studying (yes one day my mom walked in with a camera while I was on my bed studying for some test in high school...). There are dozens and dozens of tapes that my parents have recorded and rarely, if ever, do we go back and watch them. Yet, there is some comfort in the knowledge that this documentation is out there. Maybe we have the need to record our lives because we want to know that we did something significant or prove that, yes, we lived. These recording may or may not outlive us, but there is that possibility. When I was younger, I always thought that if I died, my family would find my journals, possibly read them, and know a little more about the inner-workings of my mind. I was comforted with the idea that even if I was gone, I would have left behind some sort of mark that was just me.

So now I’ve decided to explore the blogging world as a way to record what is going on in my life. It is an outlet I will use to express the happenings of my daily life (not too interesting probably, but that’s ok too), the issues I’m thinking about, politics, feminist ideals, random things I find funny—whatever the content, it will be the things I will be able to look back on and remember. A blog is meant to be read by others, so hopefully, if you’re reading this, you will find something relatable in what I discuss. Either way, I will continue to write, to record, As the Clock Ticks…