This is My 100th Post
When I publish this post it'll be my 100th post to be published here on my blog. 100 posts. That's absolutely insane. I've got so much history and so many thoughts saved on here. I started this little space back on the 2nd of June 2014 and I've been using it regularly ever since.
I had no clue what this space would turn into back when I started it and while nothing much has happened follower wise (my content isn't really interesting unless you're interested in my life or my viewpoints) I couldn't be happier with this little corner of the Internet that I caved out for myself. I've written so much organic, life-based content, which turned out to be a nice balance from writing in an entirely fictional universe where my characters would speak instead of me. Still, I don't think I really counted on be being able to make 100 posts.
My first post was a bit of a mess of 341 words introducing myself and what I spent my time doing I'll add the first and the last paragraph from my first ever blog post because I find both quite accurate still even if I wrote them over two and a half years ago.
This will be my space to be weird and write whatever comes through my fingertips as I sit down in front of the computer. Bye!
I have actually not gone back to look at that first post for a very long time. I didn't realise that I wrote about writing so passionately, even then. But heck, it shouldn't really come as a surprise. Writing has always been a consistent part of my life and my preferred way of expressing what goes on inside of my head. I've always found it's easier to structure my thoughts when I can put it down on "paper".
I still will often just grab the computer to write, especially when emotions are running high within me. Words will pour out of me through my fingertips and explain what I cannot say with my mouth. For a long time, this blog has been a space for me to do that.
I've changed since I started this blog, I mean I would definitely hope so because I do not want to be stuck the same forever. I've gone through experiences that's challenged me and caused me to grow. I've learnt a lot and I have no doubt that if I look back at specific posts, my views might have changed and evolved slightly. I'm always the same at my core and still stubborn as heck, but I've learnt to be more open and willing to embrace new truths.
I have so many memories stored away on this blog, both photos and stories - a lot of which would probably have been forgotten eventually. Now they won't fade away until they are gone because I'm able to go back, look through some select moments of my life (and I tend to write about the ones that matter most to me in the moment) and relieve them.
This is like an expanded version of an old-fashion photo album. My mother used to be very organised and would put all her favourite photos into photo albums, write down the date on the back and add comments to the side of the photo - whether it was the place it was taken or something that had happened immediately before or after the photo or simply a nice little comment about that moment.
I've loved looking through those albums and I have done on numerous occasions when I was younger. It's been years since I've done it now, but I suppose I stared my own little "photo album" on here. Even though I have more words that photos. A photo might be worth a thousand words but don't challenge a writer. I can write so many damn words about one single thing. This made me think of this lovely post I stumbled across on Tumblr a while ago where a colourblind person wrote 12k words on a painting that was basically just a blue square (and I did just spent about ten minutes frantically trying to track it down but I managed so yeah).
I'm so happy I pushed myself to begin writing more consistently about myself and my thoughts and this space has proved perfect for it. I get very personal and honest about how I'm feeling and it's so liberating and cathartic. I hope I will continue to use this space, at least I have no plans of stopping any time soon.
I love writing about and documenting my life and thoughts too much. Here's to a hundred posts more.
I had no clue what this space would turn into back when I started it and while nothing much has happened follower wise (my content isn't really interesting unless you're interested in my life or my viewpoints) I couldn't be happier with this little corner of the Internet that I caved out for myself. I've written so much organic, life-based content, which turned out to be a nice balance from writing in an entirely fictional universe where my characters would speak instead of me. Still, I don't think I really counted on be being able to make 100 posts.
Found here - It's not my edit, I borrowed it but it looks goddamn pretty
My first post was a bit of a mess of 341 words introducing myself and what I spent my time doing I'll add the first and the last paragraph from my first ever blog post because I find both quite accurate still even if I wrote them over two and a half years ago.
Hello to whoever ends up reading this...
I am a first year student at a university in Denmark and I love to write. Everything and anything. I always grab my trusted MacAir and punch on the keyboard every time an idea sticks with me or I find something new to make lists of, like exercise program, grades or a complete list of all the technology I have ever owned and more.This will be my space to be weird and write whatever comes through my fingertips as I sit down in front of the computer. Bye!
I have actually not gone back to look at that first post for a very long time. I didn't realise that I wrote about writing so passionately, even then. But heck, it shouldn't really come as a surprise. Writing has always been a consistent part of my life and my preferred way of expressing what goes on inside of my head. I've always found it's easier to structure my thoughts when I can put it down on "paper".
I still will often just grab the computer to write, especially when emotions are running high within me. Words will pour out of me through my fingertips and explain what I cannot say with my mouth. For a long time, this blog has been a space for me to do that.
I've changed since I started this blog, I mean I would definitely hope so because I do not want to be stuck the same forever. I've gone through experiences that's challenged me and caused me to grow. I've learnt a lot and I have no doubt that if I look back at specific posts, my views might have changed and evolved slightly. I'm always the same at my core and still stubborn as heck, but I've learnt to be more open and willing to embrace new truths.
I don't know the ultimate truth of everything and I'll be learning for a long, as I'm alive and that's kind of wonderful.
By a Girl who Loves to Write, aka Me
I have so many memories stored away on this blog, both photos and stories - a lot of which would probably have been forgotten eventually. Now they won't fade away until they are gone because I'm able to go back, look through some select moments of my life (and I tend to write about the ones that matter most to me in the moment) and relieve them.
This is like an expanded version of an old-fashion photo album. My mother used to be very organised and would put all her favourite photos into photo albums, write down the date on the back and add comments to the side of the photo - whether it was the place it was taken or something that had happened immediately before or after the photo or simply a nice little comment about that moment.
I've loved looking through those albums and I have done on numerous occasions when I was younger. It's been years since I've done it now, but I suppose I stared my own little "photo album" on here. Even though I have more words that photos. A photo might be worth a thousand words but don't challenge a writer. I can write so many damn words about one single thing. This made me think of this lovely post I stumbled across on Tumblr a while ago where a colourblind person wrote 12k words on a painting that was basically just a blue square (and I did just spent about ten minutes frantically trying to track it down but I managed so yeah).
I'm so happy I pushed myself to begin writing more consistently about myself and my thoughts and this space has proved perfect for it. I get very personal and honest about how I'm feeling and it's so liberating and cathartic. I hope I will continue to use this space, at least I have no plans of stopping any time soon.
I love writing about and documenting my life and thoughts too much. Here's to a hundred posts more.
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