I write because . . .

I often have thoughts or ideas that I would love to discuss with others.  Unfortunately, I might be on my to work or in the shower or in the middle of something else.  I guess I want to “capture” my thoughts so I can share them when it’s convenient; rather than simply dismiss them.

There are times I’ve had motivational speeches going through my head, or sweet thoughts about my sweetheart, or business ideas.  And, since, I am a photographer, I want to engage with other photographers.  Life is a constant combination of genres.  I’m not completely sure I can stick with one, but I am confident that I will write something that someone else can relate to.

I view writing as soul-cleansing.  Like Yoga.  Something that allows me to spend quiet time with myself so that I can engage in intraspection and metacognitive meditation.  Maybe writing allows me to engage with my inner best friend – myself.  How often to we really explore ourselves?  I’m not referring to the negative self-talk that we permit to enter our minds everyday, but really engaging with our own thoughts and feeling comfortable in that solitary space.

Another reason I want to write is to develop confidence in what I have to say.  Confidence in my own views and perspectives.  My husband has blogged and written controversial editorials in the past that I would never have had the nerve to write.  I would edit his articles, with my mouth hanging open; while secretly living vicariously through him!  Whenever I “share” quotes from others on Facebook, he cringes.  He would prefer to see me write my own opinions.  I would, too, but I always reply, “No one wants to hear what I have to say.”

We’ll see how this goes!



Personal Challenges

My first kayaking experience took place in 2013. At 47, I had taken on a number of new experiences. Between November, 2012 and December, 2013,

1. I accepted a job around with world from my family and friends.

2. I took my first plane ride across the Atlantic, over Europe, and landed in the Middle East. The United Arab Emirates (UAE) to be exact.

3. I became an Expat, someone who moved from their homeland to live and work in another country.

4. I traveled to Nepal over Christmas with a group of friends I had known for a little over 1 month.

5. I rode in the front of a bus for hours on winding, mountainous roads from Kathmandu to Pokara, from Pokara to Chitwan, and from Chitwan back to Kathmandu. (Anyone that knows me, knows I have to be the driver!)

6. I set up house across the world from my family and friends.

7. I lived by myself for the first time in my life.

8. I made it over a year (and continue to do so), living abroad.

9. I embraced a new culture and have expanded my global perspective in ways that would have been impossible had I remained in my comfort zone.

10. I took an online photography course.     Image


Now, in 2014, I would like to challenge myself in new ways.  First, I would love to use this blog as a forum to showcase my attempts in Black & White, travel, landscape/seascape/cloudscape, and portrait photography.  So, fellow photographers are welcome!  

Second, I would like to explore the idea of writing a book.  Is that ridiculous since I have never been a compulsive writer?  It’s just that . . . let me explain it this way – I used to pass by cemeteries, turn of the century homes, or architecturally significant buildings wishing I had a camera to capture the mood of the structure beneath the overcast or rainy day.  In a similar way, I sometimes think in narrative . . . as if my thoughts are developing prose for a book.   

Clearly, I see and think differently from some but maybe, just maybe, my thoughts and perspectives are similar to those others.  I hope to find out.