Work In Progress
You may be wondering why I decided to start this project by discussing my creative endeavors, especially in a way that seems rather arrogant. Well, I'll explain. The Covid Pandemic hit the world right as I was about to graduate high school, merely 1 month after my 18th birthday. This pandemic, as it did for many, redirected the entire trajectory of my life. I lost friends, ended a relationship, and discovered things about myself and my identity that I may have never even considered otherwise. Ever since the beginning of the pandemic, I have found myself lacking not only a creative outlet but inspiration. I have not been in a band in over 2 years and lack the motivation to join one, despite my love of music. I have barely written any journals, and the poems that I HAVE written are uninspired at best. I realized that I needed a new outlet, a new place to share my thoughts, my journey through adulthood - life, love, pain. That's when I got the idea to start a blog. THIS blog.
When I decided to create this blog, I knew I wanted it to be more than just a place for me to talk about trivial experiences. I wanted it to be a place where I could share intellectual thoughts and have emotional conversations with myself. I wanted it to be a place that I could come back to and reminisce on my journey through adulthood - a place for me to record my existence as I learn and awaken, as my life transitions from black and white into color. That's why I decided to name this blog "Contemporarily In Color." I will act as a scribe for myself, writing down these thoughts, events, emotions, and learning moments that I experience as I make the biggest life transition - my contemporary life coming into color.
In my first posts, I plan to create a sort of memoir of the last 3 years of my adulthood journey, as I am starting this blog a bit late. However, I would like to end this first post by saying that I am a work-in-progress. My opinions are not perfect, I am no expert on anything. I am not a deity or a historian. I am not in a perfect mental state, and I am not sure if I ever will be. I am not the perfect activist, friend, sister, daughter, girlfriend, anything. I am learning every day, as we all are. We can get lost in perfectionism, but it is important that we remind ourselves that we are all a work-in-progress.
I look forward to continuing with this soon. I already feel a little lighter. Thank you for reading, and I'll see you soon. XOXO
- Rach
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