An hour or so later as I was doing a few sun salutations and it hit me. I don't have any direction. When I created this blog I had intended to use it to chronicle my travels around Europe while living in Italy. But things happened and that's no longer possible. I realized I'm no good about talking about my normal everyday life because, well, it's so normal. I like to go to bed by nine and I always wake up by seven even without an alarm clock. I eat the same things everyday, see the same people (albeit both with mild variation), read, watch the same shows, etc. I simply feel I have nothing to write about for two reasons 1) It's not why I started this blog and 2) I don't think it's why anyone wants to read it. I mean, reading about someone living in a foreign country holds a certain amount of appeal as well as providing ample writing material. But, the thing is I'm no longer in a foreign country and no one seems to be really interested which is totally understandable.
Thus, I've decided to move the blog in a new direction for no one's benefit but my own. It may take me a while to settle on one in particular (or I may never get there and that's okay with me), but generally I'm going to give a shot about talking about my own wanderings. The topics or events or books or shows or whatever that make me smile or cry or laugh or challenge me and write about them here. We all encounter these things everyday, right? Like today for instance yoga struck my fancy and I took about 10 minutes practicing breathing through poses (which generally is something I rush but at it's core is integral to yoga) so I could write a post about that.
There's so many parts of me that I've been leaving out of posts simply because I don't think anybody wants to here about it, but this is my blog and I've grown rather fond of it so pardon me while I make it what I wish. Or don't pardon me because I'll find my way around you anyways.
If you choose to stick around, great! If not, ciao!
Meanwhile I'll be here writing about things that I'm wandering through: God, learning Italian, figuring out road rage and avoiding its many facets, trying to catch up on all the novels I skipped during two AP English classes, Dancing with the Stars, combating main stream songs with music that has coherent lyrics, tofu, figuring out love, currently adulthood is my life's "biggest question", mastering my shoulder stand while still being able to breathe, hugging trees to stay sane, Jason Mraz, remembering to smile and laugh and dance all in the same day, listening to French radio, French books, French food, French, earning enough money to buy the perfect 90's purse-back pack, writing, and so much more.
My life isn't very interesting, but if the mundane excites you, or confuses you, or moves you this is the place to be.
This blog is called A Moveable Feast afterall.