Reverberations
Through a friend’s well written chronicle of her daily going-ons, I have discovered just the thing I needed – a site that, for the sake of reflecting and evolving, posts daily prompts for writers throughout December. These are short open-ended topics meant to inspire writers to not only reflect upon their year and catapult them into the coming year with what can be described as renewed vigor, but I am going to use it to serve the double purpose of building a blog I’m not ashamed to claim. Meaning mostly, I don’t want a whiny self-reflected series of detailed and well-described experiences – I want an Epiphany.
I’m a bit late to the show, but we’ll start with the prompt issued for December 4th:
Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?
Wonder tends to be a word often associated with curiosity – something I’m accused of possessing too much of, but it’s also a word of inspiring awe and appreciation (in my mind at least). I’m not sure how often the experiences involving wonder in my life are cultivated by my own actions, but I know that words have always been my favorite game when it comes down to it.
No I’m not a writer or one who studies much you would really connect with a word lover such as myself – I’m an architecture student who works too much and never gets enough sleep. But somehow I still find those moments when I can arrange for a stolen hour to be taken up with reading a new book I can’t afford and shouldn’t have wasted my time reading. And this never-ending drive to master all the words in the English vocabulary (don’t even get me started on other languages, sigh) led me to a few really interesting conclusions. When going through and critiquing these conclusions, I found that my responses always had something to do with starting over and creating an identity. If you could only see the statistics and reports on my blog management page – there are more drafts than published posts. Amongst these posts I found one that I constantly contribute to and review for the past year or so, but that never seems done enough to post – it’s one that refers to the anonymity that I feel is my life. And all roads seems to point to the solution that I have yet to really create the person I am, or at least who I want to be since you don’t get to really choose who you are, really.
This is where the sense of wonder comes in to the picture. I have so much that I want for my life as far as changes go, and it seems I’m just waiting on myself to make the decision to just do it. Silly me, I have this OCD thing about waiting for the right time-frame. How does New Year’s sound? Perfect for cliche life changes right? Well then I guess everyone should just prepare to meet the curiously wonder inspiring person I plan to present – and it’s not going to be a quiet transition, either..
