My whole life, I have always been a thinker. It may have been in only what interested me but I do think. A lot. Sometimes it almost consumes me. I like to think because I like to analyze detail. There is almost so much detail that is is like a process of elimination to try and make it small. I wanted to do this for purposes of getting thoughts out. I have so many that are moving at miles per minute that they need to be gathered up.
Along with all of these thoughts, I journal them. I became a big journal person about 2 years ago. I was in a therapy session and my therapists said she had a present for me and it was a bunch of journal entries. I simply rolled my eyes because I hated journaling. The thought of it was awful. That meant that I had to find time to sit down, sit still and just write. Well, little did I know how much I would enjoy it and love it.
It wasn’t until about a few months later that I realized I was able to decode my thoughts with a pen and paper. If something made me happy, I wrote about it. If something made me sad, I wrote about it. Anything and everything that popped in my brain I would talk about. I was able to reflect and look back on moments that were amazing, some not so amazing, but at the point of it all I was able to lock it in forever and always learn from the past.
Something along with all of this, I was able to document moments of my life and look back at them. Looking back at moments of my life that were important (and still are) was something I wanted to keep hidden away at that time. I wanted it for me. it was like a little pocket of happy thoughts that I could go to during hard times and just moments of encouragement. it wasn’t until recently that I realized that my pockets of happiness could maybe help others or maybe just to see life different.
A few months ago, it was decided I was going to study abroad to Italy, studying audience engagement with my college. I knew I would have a project while being here. The given was posting and creating content for the department but also for the festival, BUT I needed to do something individually for my own project. I wanted something different, completely out of my comfort zone but something I loved to do. And it clicked that I wanted to document my travels and everything I’ve seen or learned. So that is where this idea came into play. A blog.
Now, I am not a literature expert, I don’t have an expansive vocabulary, I am constantly looking up what words mean but I do have the heart for this which is why it is OK. Maybe this could be something I do forever. We will see but for now, I will be documenting my entire trip here. Sharing what I’ve experienced, see, learned, eaten and maybe even communicated. I am an adventurer and I think this will be my biggest one yet.
