Friday, September 28, 2012

Bloggiesta To Do List... Eek

This is my first time doing Bloggiesta, due to the fact that I have not been blogging for very long... SO it is with much trepidation and courage that I attempt to be apart of this world wide "blog improvement" weekend. Well and that my sister is co-hosting it and told me I must join in the fun... So here I am.

Here is my To Do List:
1.) Write more! Can this be a to do list item? I am going to say yes since I have only the meager 9 posts so far and the majority of you are book bloggers I feel I need to get more of that on here. It is not really a quantifiable goal... More? How much more? If you are thinking, "Megs, if you write once a month you will be writing more, you pathetic blogger you." You would be right, but I would like to set a goal of at least three times a week... This can't be done in one weekend, so you and I will just have to see if I truly achieve this goal by the next bloggiesta, si?

2.) Explore, make friends in the blogging world. I need to get myself out there, find more blogs/bloggers to follow, and visaversa. Again, is this a legit goal, do I really have control over this? Well I am doing Bloggiesta so that is a step in the right direction, verdad???

3.) I also just joined Twitter, so I would like to figure out how to more effectively use it to promote my blog and meet other bloggers like me... See how I am tying it back to my goal number two, mirame!

4.) Learn how to follow blogs... very necessary. Figure out how to use google reader.

My sister's To Do List for me:
5.) Get a picture for my header, my sister says my site is boring...

6.) Find gadgets to put on my blog.


8.) Figure out a challenge or two to do. Seems simple enough.

So now it's a party at Suey's, and it's time to get crack-a-lackin'
See you at the Twitter chat!

Oh, I thought of another one... 9.) Put some tabs at the top of my blog

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

If You Met Me...

If you met me at a party, you would have forgotten my name already. A wallflower to the core, I would try my best to go unnoticed. Public gatherings aren't where I feel comfortable, I like to be there, just not the center of attention. Hearing different conversations, but not participating in them. Gathering information, and forming silent opinions. When asked who was at the party, mention of me would be non-existent.

If you met me one-on-one, I would be interested in who you are and what you do. Getting know people in a personal setting is where I do best. What makes you tick? Do we watch the same shows? What couldn't you live without? If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? I can talk and listen as much as you can reciprocate.

If you met me with my family around I am the one shouting across three other conversations and ten other people to my sister Suey about my new favorite show. "Oh yes, I love Michael Scholfield too! Have you watched Downton Abbey yet? What??? What did you think of the new Spiderman?" (With my mom inserting that she has no idea what we are talking about.)The one that laughs until she snorts or cries...Brazen and sassy around my family, this is the side of me only family and close friends get to see. This is the side of me I wish I could let out in public, but always seems to lock itself up around unfamiliar faces.

But if you met me at a dance performance you wouldn't recognize me. Confident, poised, witty, sassy. This is where I feel that I truly come to life. Dancing is where it all comes together for me, and wish I could feel like I am always that performer instead of the shy girl at the party... I would capture your attention and wouldn't care that you were watching. But this is the unfortunate part of my life that has disappeared.

If you met me... who would you meet?

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Keeping My Existence

This is the soundtrack to my thoughts today... play while you read.

Do you ever have moments when you feel the insignificance of your existence? Moments when you see the global perspective that there are literally billions of people on the planet, currently going about their lives in complete oblivion to your existence. Your pitiful 400 facebook friends look pretty pathetic in comparison. Now expand that present global perspective to historical perspective... Trillions of people have inhabited this earth and yet only a few are well known around the world, and fewer know me. Such moments make me feel, with profound impact, my infinitesimal existence. These moments usually happen to me when I am driving for some reason. I will be sitting at a red light, and as people are turning in front of my car and I catch a glimpse of not just some person or another car, but someone. Someone who has a life completely unconnected with mine, who others depend on, or party with. Whose worries make mine pale in comparison to mine, or whose heart is lighter than mine. Some may have families, and maybe some are lonely like me. I like to imagine where that person is going, and who waits for them there. Sometimes these moments lighten my heart and other times these moments make me feel sad that my life isn't more meaningful.

Another time I have these moments is when I go to historical museums. This past summer I had adventure after adventure, and for some reason spent quite a bit of time going to Oregon Trail museums. These ordinary people made an immense impact on the history on our country. Did they at the time know this? I don't think so, I think they were following a dream of owning their own land. In these museums I would often hear excerpts from journals and memoirs describing hardships, joys, faith, doubt, struggles and accomplishment. These journals were the source of knowing what it was really like to cross the plains, or to be a pioneer. Without them we wouldn't really know. And then I had a similar thought about to the one above... My existence right now is pretty insignificant, however if I were to die still single and without children there would be very little to show that I actually lived. There would be birth and death dates, bank statements, and a work record to show I existed, but nothing to show that I lived. No one to tell stories of my adventures, because no one else would really know them. This thought gripped me as I walked through those museums, nearly suffocating my spirit with a new found importance of leaving something behind worthwhile, not just stuff. As Amy Adams says in Julie and Julia, “I have thoughts!” I have felt the urge to keep a journal. And though I may not always be the most profound person, my ordinary life might one day be the script for some alien museum trying to piece together what life was like in 2012 as a single woman living on earth. :)

So here is me, putting my musings together, and sharing with the world my goal to write a journal. Somethings I may share here, others I may not... we shall see. Check back with me to see how I am doing.