When I first started this blog, I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to have perfectly written posts, with nice photographs and thoughtful words. I wanted to use the perfect colors and fonts. I wanted it to make sense, and I carefully edited what I chose to include, yet I limited my viewing audience.

I looked at other blogs on the internet, like one of my favorites, Manderson’s Bubble, and I felt inferior because my thoughts weren’t so organized. I didn’t seem to have a clear purpose, and I couldn’t convey my innermost thoughts as well as Bubbler does.

Then I began stumbling. This process requires me to review a given website before moving on to the next. I can ignore it, give it the thumbs up, or say I don’t like it. A record is kept, and as I’ve looked over my preferences from the past few days, I began to see a glimpse of myself. Hmm, I thought. This is interesting. I’m leaving a trail of clues behind me with every click of the mouse.

Ironically, many people attempt to remain anonymous on the internet, but if I take a look at the words and pictures they like – all of their blogs and tags and favorite things – I can see exactly who they are. In fact, perhaps this is a more accurate way to assess someone’s character, because the outward distractions of fashion and looks and polish do not exist at all – instead I get a direct glimpse of the very real, perhaps subconscious, part of a person. Of myself.

As I found things that seemed particularly important to me, I also posted them here at Unwritten. It dawned on me that I had appropriately named this blog after all. In the beginning, I did not know myself. I did not know what I liked or wanted or loved. Through this discovery process, I can connect with images and words, and even if I don’t understand why I’m attracted at first, I can pin them on my virtual bulletin board, then take a step back and see the patterns begin to emerge.

I haven’t felt such a love affair with technology since my college COBOL class. But my heart is open again to this amazing, exciting, powerful universe of limitless potential. Who would have thought that a machine with no soul could help me find mine?

2 Comments on “Let the Story Begin…

  1. Wow! That’s quite a compliment. I just stumbled across this post when I did a search for links to my blog. I want to encourage you to not be intimidated by my writing or anyone else’s writing on your path to self-discovery. The only gauge of good writing is how close to your heart it is, how truly you are expressing what you feel. Just being honest, even when the feelings that come out seem trite or just “unworthy.” It doesn’t have to be fancy.Just that simple act of breaking out of silence–the very attempt to articulate what you never have before–this is the most crucial step. I also have been intimidated into silence by “great writing”, all the published authors and poets who write so well that you could pick apart their sentences with a surgical knife and they would still be solid. Sothen I started writing just for myself, instead of trying to be “great.” Writing for my friends, and trying to connect.In my opinion, the most important thing about writing is that YOU feel it, it is expressing what YOU feel. No one else can tell you how you feel. And that is why you write, so that you can know.

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  2. Thanks, Bubbler, for taking the time and effort to give me some encouragement. I deeply appreciate it.

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