cli·ché
noun \klē-ˈshā, ˈklē-ˌ, kli-ˈ\Definition of CLICHÉ
1
: a trite phrase or expression; also : the idea expressed by it
2
: a hackneyed theme, characterization, or situation
3
: something (as a menu item) that has become overly familiar or commonplace
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"So, you're 30 and you're starting a blog? That is so cliche." -Me
I've been thinking about starting a blog for some time now. On my bookshelf in my room at my parents house, I have at least 7 journals I started at various times in my life that I never kept up with. I think the longest journal I have is from 5th grade. I only kept with it for a few months, but I go back and read that journal often and laugh and smile at the former version of myself. I want to have something that I look back on and read years from now and hopefully, smile. But let's be real; I'll most likely cry and cringe.
When I think about myself blogging I think of adjectives such as "lame" "old maid" and "banal". What is going on in my life that I could possibly write about? My friends have blogs that I love to read to keep up with their family, job, and life in general. But when I think of myself writing one I think, "why?"
But the truth is: I have things to say. We all do. I used to say them on Facebook. Some people still do. I no longer think that is the forum to write and debate. I think it's a place for Pentatonix videos, 30 Rock memes and anything cat related.
I used to have a safe place to speak, listen, write and read. But I'm no longer at PCPA and I'm no longer surrounded by Andy, Ben, Brian, Jocelyn, Kari, Keiko, and Paul 23 hours a day in grad school. I keep most of what I think and feel inside these days and there are times I am sure it's not healthy.
So I'm going to write and share mostly for myself. If you want to read it: that's great. Thank you for taking the time. If you don't: that's cool too. If you want to be an asshole and argue with me about what I write: please don't. If you want to discuss what I've written and share your thoughts: that would be awesome.
So here it goes. I hope I can stick with it and don't chicken out. I think 30 is going to be a good year. Things are lining up for old Liz Lemon.
"So, you're 30 and you're starting a blog? That is so cliche." -Me
I've been thinking about starting a blog for some time now. On my bookshelf in my room at my parents house, I have at least 7 journals I started at various times in my life that I never kept up with. I think the longest journal I have is from 5th grade. I only kept with it for a few months, but I go back and read that journal often and laugh and smile at the former version of myself. I want to have something that I look back on and read years from now and hopefully, smile. But let's be real; I'll most likely cry and cringe.
When I think about myself blogging I think of adjectives such as "lame" "old maid" and "banal". What is going on in my life that I could possibly write about? My friends have blogs that I love to read to keep up with their family, job, and life in general. But when I think of myself writing one I think, "why?"
But the truth is: I have things to say. We all do. I used to say them on Facebook. Some people still do. I no longer think that is the forum to write and debate. I think it's a place for Pentatonix videos, 30 Rock memes and anything cat related.
I used to have a safe place to speak, listen, write and read. But I'm no longer at PCPA and I'm no longer surrounded by Andy, Ben, Brian, Jocelyn, Kari, Keiko, and Paul 23 hours a day in grad school. I keep most of what I think and feel inside these days and there are times I am sure it's not healthy.
My PCPA Family
My Grad School Family (minus Kari. Did we really get through three years with no group photo?)
So I'm going to write and share mostly for myself. If you want to read it: that's great. Thank you for taking the time. If you don't: that's cool too. If you want to be an asshole and argue with me about what I write: please don't. If you want to discuss what I've written and share your thoughts: that would be awesome.
So here it goes. I hope I can stick with it and don't chicken out. I think 30 is going to be a good year. Things are lining up for old Liz Lemon.
