It was put to me by a friend of mine that I should start writing a blog. I enjoy writing immensely and I seem to have a decent knack for it, so it seems like a legitimate suggestion. A fantastic suggestion, until we come to the teeny tiny little stumbling block. I don’t have the first idea of what I should be writing about. What to say? My life isn’t really interesting enough to be worth blogging about. And then it occurred to me…the fact that I feel like I have nothing to say is not a problem with the idea of blogging. It’s a problem with my life. I should have things to write about, and if I don’t, well maybe it’s about time I start changing that.
Recently I smoked a cigarette for the first time in my life, at the ripe old age of 24. Now I’ve never really seen the appeal in doing something as physically unpleasant as breathing in toxic fumes, but intellectually, for my own curiosity, I always wanted to know what it felt like. So one day I finally bit the bullet and tried it out. I didn’t particularly enjoy it (don’t take up smoking kids) but I experienced something new and I now know something I didn’t know before. And that is a good feeling, that feeling of acquiring a piece of information that I previously didn’t have. I love knowing things. It’s a satisfying feeling, a rewarding feeling. A feeling I would like to replicate as often as I can.
Hence…this little project I’m attempting. Why not try to experience something new as often as possible? Why not try to experience something new every single day? So that is the goal: every day this year I am going to try something I have not tried before. Try to find something out, experience something new, and of course document it in this here blog. If I keep this up throughout the year, I will have had at least 365 brand new experiences by the end of 2015. That’s not an insignificant number, especially for someone who lives within their own comfort zone as much as I do.
(The fact that I’m starting this in the New Year is more of a happy coincidence than a deliberate attempt to make this my New Year’s Resolution. As alluded to in the title, I don’t really go in for them, or the idea that the calendar ticking over from one year to the next is some significant moment of rebirth. It’s just another day, and life can change or not change on any given day of the year. Get on with it. Still…the inherent tidiness of starting this at the beginning of the year is appealing to the mathematical part of my brain.)
Now I’m tempering this new found enthusiasm with some realistic expectations. Naturally not every day is going to be filled with monumental, mind blowing life experiences. I have a job, I have commitments, and hey – I’m a girl on a budget. But a new experience can be something as small as a band I’ve never listened to, a movie I’ve never seen, or a kind of food I’ve never tried. On the other hand, there are all those life experiences that I haven’t had yet, haven’t got around to doing, haven’t had a chance to try…just countless things, things that I haven’t even thought of yet. It will all count towards the ultimate goal: to amass a wealth of brand new experiences, so that hopefully in a year’s time my life will be very different, more interesting and much more enriched. Hopefully it will have been lived.
So today, January 1st, I am kicking it off by starting something brand new: this blog (something I have just about zero technical knowledge of setting up, by the way…going to have to figure this shit out as I go along). I love to write privately but the idea of talking about my own life in public for everyone to read (especially people I know…in real life!) absolutely terrifies me beyond belief. The crippling self consciousness of the introvert at work. But this is the point, to do things that terrify me, things I’d never normally have the stomach to do. To get over it and get the fuck out of my comfort zone. It starts right here, as I hit ‘Publish’ and my insides twist into anxious knots. Get over it Stace. It’s all going to be out in the open now, however it comes out of me.
Life. Come at me bro.