As time goes by in the blogging world, I find other bloggers that I enjoy reading. There has been a couple of occasions where the bloggers have decided that enough is enough and stop blogging. For whatever reason, they feel tired of having to write, that they’ve outgrown their little corner of the internet. For them, they’re content just to be and no longer share what their thoughts to the world. I respect them for their decision not to write any longer, but for me I’m rather sad. I thought these writers were valid, real and worthwhile. Sometimes I want to tell them not to give up, to just keep writing regardless of how they feel about it. Even if they feel like it’s something they hash over again and again, I think it’s refreshing and new. Someone might connect to that piece of writing in a way that they hadn’t when it was written at a previous time. No one knows just when something might save someone.
While I spew on my sentiments of bloggers and blogging, I can tell you that writing is hard. Even when you’re just blogging out your thoughts, it’s tough going. People tell you just to write but sometimes its hard to be yourself when potentially thousands of others are reading what you have to say. You want to be perfect in what you have to say because if you just write whatever without thinking it through, well, it’d just be like stepping out the front door without having getting cleaned up or putting your clothes on. You don’t want to look disheveled in the blogging world.
We put so much pressure on ourselves in our writing that blogging can become a chore. It’s just not fun anymore when you feel you have to write a certain way. I need to learn this myself, to be honest. Stop worrying about what others might think of myself and constantly myself. Rather, just write and be myself and not care about who’s reading. The readers will come. I only to have start with myself.
Posted in Creativity, Inspiration, Life
Tagged art, blogging, blogging life, blogs, creative, creative life, creative writing, creativitity, edit, editing, feelings, internet, internet face, journaling, journals, lifestyle, lifestyle writing, personal blogging, pressure, thoughts, write, writing, writing for myself, writing life
A few years ago, I read a book of six word memoirs. The authors (publishers?) asked both famous and regular, everyday people to sum up their lives in six words or less. Some were silly and fun, others were deep and heartfelt. Even though I can’t remember the title of the book, I’ve always remembered it and have written my own a few times over the course of time. Today I’d like to share one about love. Make of it what you will (and maybe I’ll even write some more in the future).
Love’s a word that disappeared.
Posted in Creativity, Dating & Relationships, ordinarytravels
Tagged broken hearts, creative nonfiction, disappearing, love, melancholy, memoir, nonfiction, six word memoirs, thoughts
I’m thankful that I don’t have any food allergies.
You know how they say you don’t know how much you use a muscle or body part until you strain it or exercise it in a way you’ve never done before? This is how I imagine what having a food allergy must be like. I wouldn’t want to think about what might be in my food and ask for specific things to be removed from my meal before I can eat it. I don’t want to have to check everything that I eat before I buy it or even step into a grocery store because my allergy is so acute.
I don’t want to have to give up eat something I enjoy eating because it might put me in the hospital.
Once I was in a writing class and one of my classmates brought in almond Hershey kisses for us as part of their presentation. One of my other classmates told them she couldn’t eat the Hershey kiss because her son was so allergic to nuts that he’d be able to smell it on her lips and activate his allergy. That would be tough for me to handle.
It didn’t seem like there were so many food allergies when I was a kid. Then again, they didn’t actually promote it to everybody if they did. But no one in my classes ever said not to bring in certain foods or refused anything because of a food allergy. Is it because of what we put into our foods or is it just a recently developed thing that occurred within our makeups? Or was it there all along and we never realized it until recently?
Whatever it is, I’m glad I’m not one of those people.
I don’t wear makeup.
Okay, maybe this isn’t much of a confession to those who know me, but it’s not exactly something I announce to the world, either. There’s been very few times in my life that I’ve worn the stuff and I haven’t enjoyed it much. I never got the idea of standing in front of the mirror applying make and sticking an eyeliner in my eye just to look good. I know that women (and even some men) like to use it to look and feel good, but that just isn’t me.
My morning routines are simple. I get up, put my clothes on, wash my face, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, and do everything that you do to look clean in the morning and then I’m on my way. As long as I look presentable, then that’s okay with me. I don’t want to have to get up any earlier just to look like a magazine model.
And therein lies the problem: So many people wear makeup because they want to look like celebrities and famous people. It makes me feel sad that people can only feel worth by applying something to their faces. People look wonderful just the way they are. They don’t need to wear a lot of makeup or go into surgery just to make themselves look the way they think society wants them to look. People should wear makeup because they want to.
These things have probably been stated over and over again by many different people over the years, but I think it’s still relevant today. We need to remind our young people and people in general that whatever they do in life should be because it makes them happy and not because someone else told them it makes them happy. But that’s just me.
What makes you happy?
I went into the gas station today to fill my gas up. I didn’t really need any gas, I was 3/4 full, but gas was $2.16 today so I thought I’d top off my tank. I went in to pay for my gas and when I came out, this older man was standing next to my car washing my windshield. I approached slowly, unsure of what this man was about. Was he seeing if my doors were unlocked so he could grab my bag and any other valuables? Maybe he wanted to kidnap me or even take my keys and run away.
“Hello,” I said as I approached. I went to my driver’s side and opened the door. I had to get in there to press the button to get into my gas, anyway. He turns towards me and smiles and says hello. I look at him a little confused as I slowly bent down to push the button.
“I was just sitting in my car waiting, so I thought I’d come over and wash your windshield,” he says before heading over to his own vehicle.
“Well, thank you,” I said as he departs and I turn and fill my car up. It was kinda weird but awesome at the same time. I was just thinking only this morning that my windshield needed to be cleaned off at some point in the near future. It made for a good story anyway.
Side note: Today’s my dad’s birthday. He would’ve been 66 if he’d been alive. Maybe this other man was my dad’s way of saying he was still watching out for me even on his birthday. It’d make sense if you believe in the afterlife, which I do. It’s a good thought to have, at least. Maybe we’ll do something special since it’s my dad’s birthday and everything. We’ll see how it goes.
Posted in ordinarytravels
Tagged anniversaries, birthdays, blogging, gas stations, good samaritan, kind strangers, kindess, life, memories, pay it foreword, thoughts, windshield cleaners
I haven’t updated my iPod in several months. This is due to the fact that I wanted more room on my laptop so I deleted all my music and files. Then a couple weeks ago I decided I wanted to change my music up again and tried to download the iTunes folder and it wouldn’t let me because I don’t have Windows 7 or later. That has nothing to do with my music, but I wanted to share the first 10 songs that I had on my last Playlist that I made and I’ve been listening to them frequently in recent days, mostly because I like the songs. Well, maybe Michael Jackson and Amy Grant not so much, but they made it on my list for today.
- I’m Going Home — Sacred Harp Singers at Liberty Church
- Stuck Like Glue — Sugarland
- Wagon Wheel — Darius Rucker
- Compass — Lady Antebelum
- Any Man of Mine — Shania Twain
- We Were Us — Keith Urban with Miranda Lambert
- Come Back Song — Darius Rucker
- Ruby With the Eyes That Sparkle — Stuart Duncan on Cold Mountain soundtrack
- Say You’ll Be Mine — Amy Grant
- Thriller — Michael Jackson
Posted in Lists
Tagged blogging, classic pop, country, country music, iPod music, lists, music, music lists, playlists, pop, traditional music
I’ve made the realization that I’m not blogging as much as I was, both on my book blog and on here. But what I wanted to discuss was my book blog. I haven’t written anything about books in over a month, since the beginning of July to be honest. I’m not the reader that I once was; in fact, I haven’t been much of one in about 3 or 4 years (perhaps even longer). I thought that when I created my book blog that it’d inspire me to read more by writing about what I’ve read and everything related to reading in general. It worked for a short while, but obviously, I’ve just given up. I’ve been toying with deleting the book blog for the pat month but I haven’t done it yet for a variety of reasons. One, because I spent a lot of time on it and created a little reading corner that a lot a people enjoyed stopping by to read and another because it’s a nice thing to mention in interviews. Another reason is that if I did want to start up a book blog again, I wouldn’t be able to use THAT domain on WordPress again.
After much toying, I was almost ready to delete the blog altogether when I realized that there is an option to hide my blog. It doesn’t delete it and people can still go on there and read what I’ve written (believe me, I checked), but it hides it from my “My Blog Sites” list so that I don’t have to look at it every day and feel guilty for not posting in it. And it’ll give me time to decide whether or not I want to permanently delete the whole blog. Maybe I’ll end up deciding I still want a book blog, but want a different domain name. Maybe I’ll end up not having one at all. In the mean time, I hope I get my writing juices running again and write more here at Ordinary Travels, mainly because I love this little niche I created and don’t want it to fall by the wayside like so many other blogs that I’ve created and abandoned over the years.