Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Life Can Now Begin

I got an early birthday present today.  I don't consider myself hard to buy for, but I prefer to receive gifts that reflect that people have listened to me and know what I like.  (Likewise, I try to do the same for people I gift.)  But this was so thoughtful that I am starting my blog with it.  It's a Moleskine.  You might be saying, what?, as my friend Vann did on facebook.  It's a journal that records your thoughts, hopes, dreams, etc.  But the key is that pretty much every motivational speaker and writer has one and talks about it.  So I figure that I can now become QUEEN OF THE WORLD.  Or, at the very least, I can feel empowered to continue to write my book.

Sometimes I am in random places and see something that my quirky mind thinks would be an awesome blog post topic.  But if I don't write it down, it's gone, pretty much right after I tell myself, "This is such a great idea I could never forget it."  But now, with my Moleskine, which I pretty much intend to live with, will be the hunter and gatherer of those random thoughts. This is really great for all of you that read my blog, because now all the funny stuff that I see can get translated into blogdom.

This kind of reminds me of my 15th Christmas, circa 1983ish.  Take a trip back in time, if you will, to the days when Cyndi Lauper and Madonna were just beginning to shock people and most of my friends spent their time making their hair bigger.  I had declared to my parents that my life would be complete if only I could have an add-a-bead necklace, a simple gold chain with various sizes of gold beads.  Having one would be like having a really long neck, like the Burmese tribe whose girls put the rings around their necks and make it a status symbol.  Well, Christmas Day came and went, and I was the recipient of an add-a-bead necklace.  And I really loved it.  However, it did not make me the cool chick like I thought it would. 

So, to make a pointless blog a little more pointy, believing that an object will make you an amazing writer, a sick guitarist, or a cool fifteen year old is most likely flawed.  Take what you have and find ways to make it better.  And if you happen to write it down in a Moleskine, even better.