from chaos to consistency
ever since the movie bucket list, there seems to be a huge jump in people making them. buck lists that is, not movies. so, internally i have this awful fight that began. on one hand, the idea of a cool list of things to do before i die is actually right up my alley. looking organized and somehow put together and normal, while most likely being very odd and somewhat intriguing at the same time. perfect. on the other hand, the cool jump on the bandwagon for about a year until everyone else jumps off kind of thing rarely appeals to me.
so i started playing around with the idea. if i could make it somehow my own, then there’d be the plus of not really having a bandwagon to worry about jumping on/off. not to mention never worrying about looking back years from now ashamed of my inability to be original in any way shape or form. then i thought, while i know it’s being done by hundreds of others, pairing the bucket list with a blog seems fun. make a list. complete a strange task. write it down and maybe even entertain a few people. so i sat down specifically to think of clever things to add to my blog bucket list.
then, before i got a single idea out, panic hit. lists. requirements. deadlines. the lack of concrete details is everything i love about blogging. to make a list of things to follow would be taking away all the fun, not to mention any motivation i have for actually writing a blog at all. i let out one of those obnoxious long sighs where your shoulders rise and fall completely unnecessarily.
the hodge podge that has become my blog is something i really love. however, i do realize that the lack of concentration or coherency between posts also makes it less of a blog and more like a spell checked and titled journal entry. and none of us want this to become a slightly matured version of livejournal.com with better taste in music. so, despite whatever it is in me that holds on desperately to the ease of unorganized haphazard blogging, i am giving this some definition.
i promise myself never to have deadlines, word count requirements, or to write on a topic solely because i previously alluded to the fact that i might. i only promise that i will make outlines of potential content, and then try to channel my crazy thoughts into those. those outlines/ideas/bucket lists/topics/categories are still up for debate. but for now i’ll leave you with the anticipation of the semi-organization that is to come, and that i suppose comes with growing up a little anyway. well, maybe. unless i don’t want to. or i think of something better. or go awal and delete the blog. haha. but that won’t happen. unless it does…
xoxo- beth ann
