And So It Begins

Perhaps like a witch’s cauldron, or perhaps like a warm, healing broth, there are a lot of things swirling about in this mind which I possess. As I write this, I should most certainly be taking a shower, or even just pulling myself out of that black hole I call a bed, yet I was drawn to the keys of my laptop this morning. The urge to create was too strong, too overwhelming to ignore. I may not have time to finish this essay now, but the impulse to write it speaks volumes about my motives. These ideas I’ve been harboring are finally sick of their cheap studio flat in my brain. Like any human in a rut, they wish to branch out. They need more space to feel alive. As their cultivator, I feel it’s my job to help these miscellaneous ideas of mine find homes to call their own, and to pen them in a place where all can see seems to be a wonderful way to do that.

It is afternoon now, and I’ve gone about my day for a while. The urge to share my thoughts remains, which is a good sign in a world where many distractions worm their way into my ADHD mind. This is happening. Words fill a page, ideas come to fruition. How easy, in its simplest form, is one of the most beautiful and complex arts known to man. I find my power in the written word. It is a tool I can wield, an instrument I have the ability to mold into something beautiful, horrifying, mystifying, confounding, or any other of the numerous adjectives in the extensive English language. With words at my fingertips, I have always felt the world in my hands. Ever since I was a child, I knew that writing would be a part of me. As my life experience grows, so does my desire to create.

I have blogged before. Dating back to probably ‘08 when I was hardly more than ten, I was dabbling extensively in the art of web design. Whether or not I still have it in me to design graphics or code WordPress layouts from scratch, well, only time will tell. What I do have, however, is that familiar spark of drive. As new websites rose from the ashes of the old over these years, each new era brought with it a new inspiration. A new reason why I wish to share my writing with the world. Now, in 2018, I’m finding myself face to face with an old friend: the desire to start up my blog again. Let’s see, shall we, how long this will last.

Now’s as good a time as any to get introductions out of the way. My name is Avery. I am twenty years old and live in eastern Massachusetts. I go to Northern Essex Community College and have a deep fascination with humanity. I live with my mother Jane, stepdad Jim, three-legged dog Uma, and precious cat/daughter Holly. My interests outside the obvious include reading, journaling, walks in nature, and spending time with the people close to me. Among those people are my charming boyfriend, wonderful parents, and irreplaceable childhood friend. Those I associate with are the essence of my being and truly inspire me to live my life each day. To them all, I dedicate this blog and each word on it.

With new adventures, come new feelings and experiences. I hope that by re-entering the world of blogging, I may harvest the fruits of these unknowns. Before I conclude this introductory post, I must thank the people who have spurred me on in my sporadic career of blogging. I offer my utmost gratitude to Derek Leif and Joe Occhipinti for spurring me to get back into this, and going waaaay back in time to my roots in blogging, the ever-prominent and ever-inspiring Georgie Luhur.

To all of those humans who took time out of their day to read this post, I ask you to come back and check for further musings. I intend on making the most out of my time here on this blog. If I can get even one post to resonate, I’ll have started the ripple effect I hope for.

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