I always think about the title of the page before I can come up with an idea for a post or just anything. I feel like if it doesn't fit in the "We're Ready for Roots" category then it doesn't belong here. Hogwash. I need to get over it. Life is fun and short and it's going by quickly. I created this page to document and encourage documenting yet I am always talking myself out of it.
Down, off that ledge of self expression.
I can't live like that anymore! I may be 30 but I have a lot of living left to do and part of that life will be documented on the internet.
So what if my extended family finds this page? So what if an ex (love or friend) trolls over my words and my pictures and makes a joke out of it. Oh well! I'm over it.
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I haven't edited any pictures (in weeks). I haven't plugged my card into my computer, I haven't even thought about it. However, I have been taking pictures. One of these days I'll get it together. I've been to Disney World and lived through the holidays, I'm sure there is something worth sharing, documenting, remembering.
2012 was the year of big changes. 2013 will be the year of small changes that make a big impact. So Happy New Year. Here's to 2013 being the year I truly stop worrying about every damn thing. I want to breathe through this year, live it, and eat it up.
- 2013 will be the year of the plant. The vegetable, the fruit, the nut, the legume. The year of wellness via food. I will not forget to love my body this year.
-2013 will be the year of creativity. I will put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, brush to canvas and I will let my soul sing whatever it needs to sing.
-2013 will be my year. I will go back to school, I will make a decision, I will follow through. I will accomplish my goals.
What will you do in 2013?
My family found my site awhile back, and since then I've given up on censoring myself. Not that I ever really did it much, but still.
ReplyDeleteDocument for its own purpose. Know what is my favorite thing about my blog? That I can look back to SEVEN years ago and read stories I wrote about my own children. I wouldn't have that otherwise.