Home Alone

So my job decided to cut hours and move everything around and so I'm stuck with a rather annoying day off inbetween my days on.

It's not so horrible, because it's the one day a week I find myself home alone, at least until school lets out. But having to be in a work mind, then a home mind, then a home mind again, then a work mind..well it's kind of annoying.

I've made a decision in my life. If I'm going to change my life. If I'm going to be happy, then I need to change multiple aspects of my life in order to enjoy the entire thing as a whole. Does this make sense? It does for me somehow. Something clicked finally and while I'm not even close to scratching the surface of many things, I found some kind of inner peace with just coming up with a plan of attack.

Writing daily has also made me happy again. I miss words. I miss concoting sentences and misuing punctuation. Someone along the way thought I had a bit of talent and I was published in a small newspaper for two years. And then I moved on.....

I lost writing and by doing that, lost a piece of myself. Those are the pieces that I want to reclaim.

So here I sit with a cup of coffe, my keyboard, and Mraz in the background just clicking away thoughts of randomness and loving it.

Simply J

So....A Blog

Blog..blog..blog...

I've blogged before. However I don't think I've ever blogged well. The intentions were definitely present and while I resolved to post at least once a week, it never really did happen.

So why now?

I think this project has been in the back of my mind for a while now. A place, a reason, to store all of the thoughts that randomly do acrobatics inside of my brain with no way of jumping out which only results in a migraine at the end of the day.

If no one even reads this, that's cool. If people do, well that's cool too.

I wanted to create this blog for another reason. A reason that I'm not sure is still sitting well with me. It's sneaky and in it's own way has a bit of a sinister feeling about it. I wanted to create this because I know all of those that I care about and care about me, have no idea about it. The chances of them stumbling across it are slim to none and I truly believe at this point in my life I need that. Something that is selfishly mine where I can say anything I want and not risk arguments or being laughed at. Frankly if other people read this and want to do those things I could care less...it's just the intimate people in my life that I want to hide from, even for just a little while.

I'm going to call this project my online diary.

So if you do end up reading this, I'm going to apologize now for my awkwardness, my ineptness, and at times, my pure insanity. There are a lot of things I want to sort out in this journey, most nonsense, but some things a little more serious need an outlet to escape out of my brain and give me a little bit of peace.

So....yep...a blog.