First post

Hey, internet reader,

I used to think first posts were redundant, or dramatic, mostly because I thought too much about the future, rather than the present.

I’m currently listening to a piece of new age music, comfortably slouched on my bed… currently the duvet is a vibrant orange. I’m happy with it.

There’s so much in my life that I’m grateful for and I feel like that’s a good starting point. If this blog gets to its 1st… 2nd… 3rd… 5th… year in life… I’d like to look back and find that I shared and created meaning. I’d like to look back and discover that I didn’t regret the words I chose, the paths I walked and where I went.

Here’s a quote, currently on my wall, “If you’re too comfortable, it’s time to move on. Terrified of what’s next? You’re on the right track.” – Susan Falles-Hill

Immediately the thought popped into my head, that I needed to be doing something major. But major things are minor ones too, in their own way. Like showing up. That’s a commitment to a choice. Like moving halfway across the world for a while. Doing the things you want to do that make no sense to anyone else, that may not even make sense to you yet. Like deciding… other people’s opinions are not your business.

Maybe it’s there, because it’s a reminder, always that complacency is the death of an examined life.

So perhaps, I am deliberately vague. The only certain thing here, in this tucked away little corner of the web, are the ways in which you and I write our stories. Even so, sometime down the track, you may find me contradicting myself… like now. Words are fun, expressive, but what are we expressing? What am I expressing? The lived experience? There it is. All other things are secondary.

Sand