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On April 25th, 2010, a couple of important things happened.
First, I turned 20. Officially, I completed the second decade of my existence, thereby leaving myself with the feeling I’m sure will sound familiar to many: What am I doing with my life?
The answer, I guess, is a lot of things. I am loving lots of people and feeling pretty loved myself. I am a student of English, Psychology, and plenty of other things that won’t show up on my degree. I’m a Christ-follower, finding out that the threads of heaven are woven into my soul and the souls of others, and finding Him as the center of all things. I run, conquering the belief that there are limits to what I can do and treading on my trepidations with every heel strike. I dance; I love the meetings of rhythm and freedom on the dance floor, kitchen floor, or parking lot. I sing, usually in empty stairways because the acoustics are irresistible. I’m a daughter, a best friend, a roommate, an employee, a sister, and a devourer of all good foods. And somehow in the midst of all these things, I want to be a writer.
So, I started a blog. That’s the second thing that happened on April 25th. I had toyed around with the idea of a 365 blog (that means writing something every day for a year for a whopping total of 365 entries) for a couple of months, but not soon enough to make it a January 1st resolution kind of thing. When the idea for a birthday-oriented project came along, and with the advent of my 20th year on the horizon, it seemed like an opportunity I didn’t want to miss.
Mostly, the reasons I am here and doing this are not profound or complicated. I want to be a writer for the rest of my life in some capacity, and writing the occasional once-a-month blog entry just wasn’t cutting it in terms of improving my craft. So, while I may not aim for top-seller quality with every entry, the idea is that writing every day will make me better whether I like it or not. That, or it will make me think, “Why do I like this again?” Either way, I wanted to push myself closer to the edge of productivity–the dangerous incline where writer’s block, burnout syndrome, and brilliant inspiration sometimes meet.
Also, this seemed like something that might be worth reading later, somehow. My 20th year turned into 365 days of words. Someone once said that “nothing has ever really happened until it has been written down.” I’m not sure I believe that, but it’s kind of what I’m shooting for. I want to be able to look at all these months of writing and think, “Yes. All of this really happened, and I remember every word.”
So, it’s an adventure with an undetermined destination. I have no idea if I’ll be able to write during every one of these 365 days, but I know I will try. If you’re interested, please check out the 20project–a year-long exploration of a life in the making.
This blog may revive after the 20th year comes to an end. We shall see.
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