A little note about me:
I think too much, I stress too much. I think about stressing too much and I stress about thinking too much. In short, I am something of an obsessive-compulsive, anal-retentive worrywart.
And it’s not that I stress about irrational things. (Ok, so I just wrote out the same music assignment three times because the note stems were crooked, but that’s not the point. Irrational is more like...well, you know, being abducted by aliens, attacked by dinosaurs and stuff...right?) It’s the fact that I over-think everything I do down to the last minute detail, repetitively, that stresses me out.
Do you see the vicious cycle?
My reason for pointing out this little glitch in my sanity is to aid in your understanding of my newfound dilemma. At roughly 5:11pm yesterday afternoon, having just annihilated the Anxiety preceding my blog debut, she was reincarnated in the form of another question: “well, that’s that...but what to write about next?”
You see, while I had started “blogging” in the technical sense of the word, what I had really written was a preface to my blogging. So, do I now choose to take the path of the Cynic or the Philosopher? Perhaps, the Documentarian? Or maybe even the Troubled Teenager...
I spent the next few hours weighing up different options in my head as I scrubbed dishes and served food in the little Italian restaurant where I waitress. (How about that, guys? Our mothers were right – washing dishes really does build character.) It wasn’t until I walked out the front door, olive-oil-stained and tomato-sauce-splattered, that it dawned on me: it doesn’t matter. Why restrict myself to one character when I can be, and am, all of them at the same time?
This blog is for whinging about uni assignments, contemplating the meaning of life, raving about that last concert, marvelling at human nature, and documenting travel adventures. It is a way of manipulating a slice of my mind into digital form and sharing it with the rest of the world. It is to remind myself that I am constantly growing and changing. It is about leaving behind a footprint.
There, I feel less stressed already!
If only resolving the other worries in life were just a dish-scrub away...what a calm, clean world we would live in.
And it’s not that I stress about irrational things. (Ok, so I just wrote out the same music assignment three times because the note stems were crooked, but that’s not the point. Irrational is more like...well, you know, being abducted by aliens, attacked by dinosaurs and stuff...right?) It’s the fact that I over-think everything I do down to the last minute detail, repetitively, that stresses me out.
Do you see the vicious cycle?
My reason for pointing out this little glitch in my sanity is to aid in your understanding of my newfound dilemma. At roughly 5:11pm yesterday afternoon, having just annihilated the Anxiety preceding my blog debut, she was reincarnated in the form of another question: “well, that’s that...but what to write about next?”
You see, while I had started “blogging” in the technical sense of the word, what I had really written was a preface to my blogging. So, do I now choose to take the path of the Cynic or the Philosopher? Perhaps, the Documentarian? Or maybe even the Troubled Teenager...
I spent the next few hours weighing up different options in my head as I scrubbed dishes and served food in the little Italian restaurant where I waitress. (How about that, guys? Our mothers were right – washing dishes really does build character.) It wasn’t until I walked out the front door, olive-oil-stained and tomato-sauce-splattered, that it dawned on me: it doesn’t matter. Why restrict myself to one character when I can be, and am, all of them at the same time?
This blog is for whinging about uni assignments, contemplating the meaning of life, raving about that last concert, marvelling at human nature, and documenting travel adventures. It is a way of manipulating a slice of my mind into digital form and sharing it with the rest of the world. It is to remind myself that I am constantly growing and changing. It is about leaving behind a footprint.
There, I feel less stressed already!
If only resolving the other worries in life were just a dish-scrub away...what a calm, clean world we would live in.
