Day 12, Post 12
Perhaps my goals on this blog need to be changed. I love writing every day. I love searching for inspiration and trying to write with the unique flair that I personally admire in other blogs or narrations, but at the same time my life needs some organization.
Maybe I need to be more practical and try to blog about getting organized. I would love to spend 15 minutes a day cleaning, and 15 minutes a day organizing. To clean out things to get rid of all the junk in my house. To downsize and plan ahead. To get to the place that my house stays neat and organized would be such a relief for me.
On the other hand, the name of this blog is habitual impracticality. So I think that doing something practical would be antiblog.
Therefore, I won't.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
At Least I'm Enjoying Myself
Day 10, Post 10
Today is a milestone, the 10th post of this little blog. I am still enjoying myself, which is really the point of this blog. So, this is an important post. It is just under halfway of becoming a habit. I wonder if this will stick. Perhaps it will be like writing camp and in about 15 years I will be a fabulous writer simply because I practiced every day on my blog.
Then again, perhaps not. But at least I am enjoying myself.
My cousin recently sent me a link to a blog called A Girl's Guide To Homelessness which is a sad but sweet tale of a girl who ended up homeless, blogging, and is now famous. Do you think that anyone will ever be interested in my blog? Perhaps not as my blog has no specific point of view. I'm not really sure if anyone likes to read my opinions. But, at least I'm enjoying myself.
Sometimes I wonder if I really would want readers. There is something so satisfying about just writing down your thoughts and sending it out into the void. (That is a slightly plagiarized line from "You've Got Mail" but it completely explains what I mean.)
On the other hand, it would be nice to be a serious writer. To write knowing someone cared (dear family, I know you care, I know you read this, and I appreciate that, but that doesn't count [as Julie said in Julie and Julia when she found out her 1 reader was her mother]). To write knowing that there are people out there waiting to read what you have written. Interested in what you have to say. Perhaps someday that will happen.
Perhaps not, but at least I'm enjoying myself.
Today is a milestone, the 10th post of this little blog. I am still enjoying myself, which is really the point of this blog. So, this is an important post. It is just under halfway of becoming a habit. I wonder if this will stick. Perhaps it will be like writing camp and in about 15 years I will be a fabulous writer simply because I practiced every day on my blog.
Then again, perhaps not. But at least I am enjoying myself.
My cousin recently sent me a link to a blog called A Girl's Guide To Homelessness which is a sad but sweet tale of a girl who ended up homeless, blogging, and is now famous. Do you think that anyone will ever be interested in my blog? Perhaps not as my blog has no specific point of view. I'm not really sure if anyone likes to read my opinions. But, at least I'm enjoying myself.
Sometimes I wonder if I really would want readers. There is something so satisfying about just writing down your thoughts and sending it out into the void. (That is a slightly plagiarized line from "You've Got Mail" but it completely explains what I mean.)
On the other hand, it would be nice to be a serious writer. To write knowing someone cared (dear family, I know you care, I know you read this, and I appreciate that, but that doesn't count [as Julie said in Julie and Julia when she found out her 1 reader was her mother]). To write knowing that there are people out there waiting to read what you have written. Interested in what you have to say. Perhaps someday that will happen.
Perhaps not, but at least I'm enjoying myself.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Deserts
Day 2, Post 2
My first post I was a little concerned to say what my real idea was, but that is completely outside of the spirit of this blog. So here is the theme. I just want to write, something, every day. I don't really have a deadline because I never really want to stop. This is perfect because that is completely impractical. A practical goal would have an end, and a practical goal would say 5 days a week or less. But not me, 7 days, no end. Habitual comes in to play because I will continually stop and restart this goal until that act in and of itself becomes a habit. Now on to todays post:
Walking in a desert is a lonely journey. The barrenness of the environment seems to be a reflection of how your soul feels. It is a dry, dusty, brown world. At the point when you feel that you can no longer take the pressures of the environment you notice it. A small faint pastel, there, in the distance. Could it really be? Is it color in this colorless world? Then suddenly it bursts upon you and you see it everywhere. In the pale green sagebrush, the soft violet lavender, the faint yellow of the wildflowers. Then, there is nothing that can compare to the lazy war of oranges, reds, purples, and yellows as the sun sets for the evening. A jet peacefully crosses into your range of vision and the jet stream begs for a chance to play. Somewhere at this point you realize, had you never come to the desert you would have missed all of this.
"My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials," (James 1:2) trials, desert times. Count it joy. If you don't, you might miss the amazing display of color dancing in the desert.
My first post I was a little concerned to say what my real idea was, but that is completely outside of the spirit of this blog. So here is the theme. I just want to write, something, every day. I don't really have a deadline because I never really want to stop. This is perfect because that is completely impractical. A practical goal would have an end, and a practical goal would say 5 days a week or less. But not me, 7 days, no end. Habitual comes in to play because I will continually stop and restart this goal until that act in and of itself becomes a habit. Now on to todays post:
Walking in a desert is a lonely journey. The barrenness of the environment seems to be a reflection of how your soul feels. It is a dry, dusty, brown world. At the point when you feel that you can no longer take the pressures of the environment you notice it. A small faint pastel, there, in the distance. Could it really be? Is it color in this colorless world? Then suddenly it bursts upon you and you see it everywhere. In the pale green sagebrush, the soft violet lavender, the faint yellow of the wildflowers. Then, there is nothing that can compare to the lazy war of oranges, reds, purples, and yellows as the sun sets for the evening. A jet peacefully crosses into your range of vision and the jet stream begs for a chance to play. Somewhere at this point you realize, had you never come to the desert you would have missed all of this.
"My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials," (James 1:2) trials, desert times. Count it joy. If you don't, you might miss the amazing display of color dancing in the desert.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The Beginnings
So I just came from watching the movie Julie and Julia and, of course, that put me in a literary (and hungry) mood. Something about the style of narration in this movie, and others like it, such as You've Got Mail, just make me want to write. Of course Julie and Julia, being based on a blog, inspired me to start a new blog specifically for...well...I'm not sure. To share my musings? More on that in a moment.
The title of this blog, Habitual Impracticality, seemed so fitting. I am a dreamer at heart. In fact, I am much like the Julie Powell, I take on big projects with very grand ideas of completing them. Rarely do I finish. The definition in the American Heritage Dictionary seemed so...well...me.
My apologies to Julia Child as that dictionary was published by Houghton Mifflin, who did not publish her first cookbook.
Back to the purpose of this blog, I'm not sure just yet. I would like to have a project, such as Julie Powell, but have not come up with one that fits me and is do-able. In the meantime, however, I would just like to write. So for now, it is day 1, post 1, with no goal, just writing.
Unfortunately this particular post is contrary to the title of my blog, there is nothing impractical about this post, though perhaps it is a little dreamy. So, on that note, I believe I shall attempt to swim across the Atlantic Ocean. Starting tomorrow.
The title of this blog, Habitual Impracticality, seemed so fitting. I am a dreamer at heart. In fact, I am much like the Julie Powell, I take on big projects with very grand ideas of completing them. Rarely do I finish. The definition in the American Heritage Dictionary seemed so...well...me.
My apologies to Julia Child as that dictionary was published by Houghton Mifflin, who did not publish her first cookbook.
Back to the purpose of this blog, I'm not sure just yet. I would like to have a project, such as Julie Powell, but have not come up with one that fits me and is do-able. In the meantime, however, I would just like to write. So for now, it is day 1, post 1, with no goal, just writing.
Unfortunately this particular post is contrary to the title of my blog, there is nothing impractical about this post, though perhaps it is a little dreamy. So, on that note, I believe I shall attempt to swim across the Atlantic Ocean. Starting tomorrow.
