This Feels Important

When I was about thirteen my dream of keeping a blog that would collect my thoughts was crushed by my dad’s firm no. Now I stare at the shining screen of a newborn blogspot six years later as a result of the same desire—the desire for a little space in which I can wrestle down stray ideas and romanticize to my heart’s content without the confines of a journal. Knowing that my thoughts are unfettered and very fond of tangents, I vow to embrace my meandering nature and embark on this journey a river: totally free of expectation, course of action, and discrimination against direction.