Empezamos
Always hovering in the back of my mind is The Reader.
I find it interesting that most often when I go to write something about myself or something related to what's going on in my life, I have great difficulty organizing enough consecutive coherent thoughts to deem them worthy enough of noting. I need to break through the idea that everything I write has to be some kind of masterpiece to be unraveled years down the road by unsuspecting anthropologists as a shining example of what life must have been like in the early twenty-first century. It needn't be anything more than a reflection of my thoughts as they arise, and a record thereof.
These inhibitions arise from my stubborn search for profundity. I have some kind of block in my mind that occasionally restricts what I say, write, and do as each is subconciously considered, weighed, and dismissed before it even gets a chance to exist. It is as if in trying to be profound in something that I limit my own ability to let these things happen naturally. This isn't the best explanation I can muster, but it will have to do for now. I'm going to make this blog a stream-of-conciousness sort of thing: writing for writing and reflection's sake.
Always hovering in the back of my mind is The Reader - what will (s)he think about me when he/she reads this? Will (s)he be offended, will (s)he laugh, will (s)he be inspired... etc. While it should be a concern, it shouldn't govern my writing style entirely. This blog is as much for my own reflection as for the enjoyment of others.
Where will this thing go? Who knows. I might not have any time to write in it once the semester starts (which could very well be the case), or, rather, I will believe that I don't have the time, when it in all reality is perfectly well available (as is more likely).
Empezamos.