Day 1
I'm going to challenge myself. I always talk about LiveJournal and missing it, but when faced with a blank screen and a flashing bar, I never have anything to say. It's always been like that with me and journaling. I never think I have anything interesting to say. I feel like nothing I did that day was interesting enough to to record.
I'm interesting. I'm an interesting person. I am.
Or that's the challenge, at least. If it's not true, to make it true. Instead of complaining about how my life is boring, make it exciting.
In all seriousness, I'll probably look back at this after ten days of silence and cringe at my optimism. Oh well.
I really want to get in the habit of writing in long form again. This feels stilted to me. Almost fake. Like this isn't me anymore and I'm typing all formal because I'm trying to impress. It's only because I'm used to putting my thoughts in tags as an afterthought, only as an accompaniment to someone else's ideas (tumblr) or through a process of shaving down to make the wittiest or most to-the-point thought possible in 140 characters (Twitter).
Even when I'm talking directly to people with no limits like those, I still feel time-pressured and like I need to make the other person smile. The fact is, if any of my friends saw my LJ, they wouldn't recognize me.
And maybe you were already here and you don't recognize me. It's been a while, I know.
It's me, Kimberly. Hi. :)
I'm interesting. I'm an interesting person. I am.
Or that's the challenge, at least. If it's not true, to make it true. Instead of complaining about how my life is boring, make it exciting.
In all seriousness, I'll probably look back at this after ten days of silence and cringe at my optimism. Oh well.
I really want to get in the habit of writing in long form again. This feels stilted to me. Almost fake. Like this isn't me anymore and I'm typing all formal because I'm trying to impress. It's only because I'm used to putting my thoughts in tags as an afterthought, only as an accompaniment to someone else's ideas (tumblr) or through a process of shaving down to make the wittiest or most to-the-point thought possible in 140 characters (Twitter).
Even when I'm talking directly to people with no limits like those, I still feel time-pressured and like I need to make the other person smile. The fact is, if any of my friends saw my LJ, they wouldn't recognize me.
And maybe you were already here and you don't recognize me. It's been a while, I know.
It's me, Kimberly. Hi. :)