The art of finding something to write or blog about; a simple thought, really.
I feel that the general idea of starting a blog involves having something to write about; politics, health, DIY, etc. The list truly does go on as humanity googles more and more, and I have to admit: I am merely one in a crowd of many. I google symptoms, recipes, sewing projects, fashion, things-to-do-when-bored, how to start a blog, fifty TV series that will distract you from studying, songs that make you want to get fit; again, the list truly does go on. Everyone has an interest, a passion, something they actually want to learn more about.
So after deciding to write a blog for twenty-seventeen (twelve days late, but it’s the thought that counts) I decided I would blog every single day for the rest of the year. Last year I realised how good I was at starting things (sewing projects, new hobbies, eating habits, fitness, Bible plans, etc.), and this year I’ve already realised how many things I want but how I don’t go out and get them (hence the ‘starting a blog twelve days late’ thing).
Because of this, I’ve discovered the art of finding something to write about: yourself. If you don’t know where to start, start with you. You’ll be surprised at where you end up. All I knew was that I wanted to start a blog, but that I had nothing to blog about. I have varying interests (guitar, Jesus, sewing, reading, running, musicals, baking-when-I-should-be-studying) but nothing that could fill up an entire blog that would be worth reading. So I thought, if I just start writing, something will happen and something in me will click.
Well, something clicked. And it’s all be about me, baby.
Knowing what you want and what you don’t want. Knowing your likes and dislikes. It sounds simple, but in practise it’s something I’ve only just really discovered. I finally took the time in late December to journal about who I am; who I really am. And who I want to continue to be in the future. So if you’re stuck for ideas and just want to go for it, ask yourself what you want. Not what other people tell you to want, and not what you wanted five years ago when you were seventeen. You want to know you. Even though New Years resolutions never were my thing, apparently they are. I discovered that about myself simply by picking up the pen and being brave enough to delve into my own heart. And now I’m writing a blog about the art of writing a blog about the art of anything and everything. A month ago, I never thought my journaling would actually get me here.
If I’m blogging everyday for the rest of the year, that’s three hundred and fifty three days, with three hundred and fifty three posts, all on the art of something that I’ve done that day. What weird and wonderful information could you get from me? I’m honestly not sure. But I’m excited.
So sit back, and learn the art of blogging everyday for an entire year. This will be-my-twenty-seventeen, and I hope it’s yours, too.