Blogging

It wasn't very long ago that I thought having a blog was the equivalent of having way too much time on your hands. Maybe I wasn't altogether incorrect, but I find more and more lately that I desire to share the beauty that I experience from day to day. Little things... the delight of a long soak in an herbed bath... odd coincidences which I have come to accept as Fate's way of communicating with me... a sudden, shocking revelation... life. My life. To be honest, nothing incredibly exciting ever happens to me. However, having said that, I have come to accept, through contemplation, that perhaps it isn't such a bad thing to have some level of homeostasis. Is reliability such a bad thing, after all? Maybe I prefer to know.Maybe I don't.
I'm a little dreamer, a little writer, a little singer, a little girl trying to find her way in a big world which could be considered small compared to her dreams. Petite Megara. Little, but not to be underestimated.
It is safe to say that this is my first time doing this. Sure, we made a blog page in school once... but that was how many years ago? I'd like to think that this can become a place for me to let it out. I'm a little emotional, being a girl and hormonal and whatnot. Too many emotions for me to contain. At times, I feel like I might explode! Then fade away, like a snowflake caught in the palm of your hand. I might simply disappear and not a soul would miss me.
I search for meaning in life. Every day, I look and I look. I find it most frequently in my dreams. Big dreams for a little girl, remember? Without this village of fulfillment which I've quietly built in my mind, where would I find purpose? I find the best outlet for my overactive imagination to be words. I write so that I might not go insane. I write to share the things that I see.
A blog is a lot of writing, no? Then maybe this will be just the thing for me.