A New Series.

There is so much that I want to write about about and at the very same time there’s nothing to say. I’m a thinker. My gears are constantly turning. It’s like my brain is shape-shifting in ways that I don’t even know how to explain.

Oh, were the days when you could walk around with a hand held recorder to record all your thoughts. I mean, we still have it sure – it’s called a phone. In order to record anything you have to swipe to unlock, swipe to find the app, wait for your phone OR the app to stall and then load…do I need to continue or do you get the point?

My newest thought was to do a “12 Days of Christmas” series on my blog. When I looked that up, I came across some new information. The “12 Days of Christmas” actually starts on Christmas Day and runs through January 5th. Am I the only one to not have known that? My entire life I was under the assumption that December 25th was the last day, day twelve.

Sticking to my original assumption though, I’m doing it my way. Day 1 will be December 14th because that only makes sense – the 12 days leading up to Christmas. Obviously.

I have a few reasons for pursuing this. The first being that I’ve been so busy trying to manage my second blog that this one has kind of taken an undeserved hit. In a perfect situation, I’d obviously have only one blog. One central location for readers to find me. But that’s not the case. I have so much invested into this blog that I don’t want to let it go and I won’t be posting any of my random, no subject rants (like this one) on there anyways.

I have (well had) a few plans for this blog to begin with because I haven’t been making a very good effort to write. Writers block doesn’t seem to be a problem..Netflix does. Orange Is The New Black anyone? Talk about an addiction. I finished it in less then a week and now I’m on to my next fix: House of Cards.

Damnit, Netflix.

So stay tuned everyone. The self-required “12 Days of Christmas” series begins on December 14th.

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A Working Title II.

Wow! To say “it’s been awhile” is a bit of an understatement. But I come to you with fabulous news! As you know (or you should know) I recently moved to a new city and started a new job.

I also received approval to start a Featured Staff Blog at the local newspaper that I’m working for. This is exciting news for me! I love to write and I would love it if my voice could reach more than the small handful I’ve received with this blog and my previous blog. But please, don’t fret. I won’t be abandoning this one.

This blog is going to remain the same. It will include my random ramblings, critiques on life in general and everything in between. My new blog, creatively dubbed “A Working Title II” will be a little more straight forward and to the point. I won’t be going in deep on the personal front or posting anything borderline offensive. It’ll be clean cut I guess some would say and I’m okay with that. It’s a foot into the right direction for me.

Since I didn’t go to school for journalism or actually anything even close to that; I feel that any opportunity I have to get my voice out there is an opportunity to take. I’ve posted a few times on my new blog and I plan to post the link for those posts periodically on this one so that you always have access to them.

I hope that you continue to see what’s going on in the wonderful (kind of boring) world of Ori as well as start a new trek to my new blog! If you have any questions or would like to you know…publish me – my contact information is updated on the appropriate page.

To visit my new blog; A Working Title II, click here.

As always, enjoy!

Take It Or Leave It.

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I’ve reverted back to “A Working Title.” Very temporarily named “More Than A Freckle-Faced, Four-Eyed, Red-Headed Little Girl,” I realized that wasn’t what I wanted to put forward into the world. At the time, I think I just wanted to be seen and heard at a more real tense in life.

For so long, most of the people in my life have seen me as the ginger girl in high school, the shy co-worker, or the first-born daughter, grandchild, and niece. I know that I’m more than that, but if people can’t get past the clouded memories of a child that never grew up than I suppose it’s their own loss. Right?

I’m a 24-year old woman. I’m a writer. I have opinions and a love for photography. I’m shy and outgoing simultaneously. My thoughts run so deep that sometimes I don’t have words for the things I want to say. I love, I speak, and most of all – I have grown up into an independent thinking person. And I’m finally ready to rid the past opinions of myself. My life is a work in progress, thus the name of the blog. Take it or leave it.

Write It Out.

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Since the new year started, I’ve seen a few new blogs pop up on my various social network news feeds. They are all very inspirational. The ironic thing is; although all of us are doing our own thing – we all seem to have a common ground. And that is: expressing ourselves in a way that we haven’t before. Something was missing and that was explanation, interpretation, and most of all our voices in the written form. I don’t know about anyone else but I find it easiest to express myself in any emotion through writing it out. Sure I’m fully capable of declaring my emotions in any which way physically and vocally but actually digging a little deeper and getting my voice heard only happens through writing. The unfortunate thing is that we never really know who is listening to it when presenting it on a public forum like this. I’m sure people all over the world see our open book and pass their own judgements just like I myself do. But the people that we actually want to see and read and understand seem to have no idea that these parts of our lives exist. To each their own I guess, we can’t make anyone do anything.

To Do Or To Don’t.

I have three drafts in my bin waiting to be published but they are more or less (for lack of a better word) lame. I’m sure all the ones I’ve posted are border line uninteresting but I really don’t know what to say I guess. Honestly, I’ve been playing the “safe” card which probably is both on the bloggers do and don’t list depending on who you talk to.

I took this weekend to kind of reflect, if you could call it that. I don’t know what I’m doing really. I mean, do any of us? Are any of us ever satisfied? I feel like I’m in the same spot I was in three years ago only with a better paying job and a nicer apartment. I don’t have any idea what to do with my life. Is that unusual for a 24 year old woman? Maybe it’s social media rubbing everyone else’s lives in my faces and not giving me a chance to decide where I should be. Married, two babies, a big house, horses, lots of land, long gravel driveways, concerts, parties, promotions, masters degree…What am I doing?

I’m playing the pity party game, that’s what.

Part of this whole new blogging adventure is to find myself and to forgive myself. To deal with the decisions I’ve made and if I’m not happy; than to change them. Well how the hell are we supposed to do that? It’s impossible. Everything has a price tag. It’s not the price tag that is frightening it’s the amount on that price tag. It’s down right expensive to do anything. From traveling to buying a home to starting a family to going back to school, it’s fucking insane.

What did I do on this fine Sunday night? I watched six episodes of GIRLS and am downloading 24 years worth of CD’s onto my computer. Right on! Wrong.

I was talking to my brother yesterday about my blog and about how I didn’t know where to really go with it. His response was: Well it’s a blog isn’t it? Don’t you just write? Sure, but what do I write about? Do I write about my life or do I write about frilly happy things? The last time I was bluntly truthful, I received backlash from twelve different directions. I wasn’t always offensive but there were posts that may have been. They were opinionated and sometimes not always the popular opinion. They were personal and raw. Really real.  I had family, friends, friends of the family, random people, you name it; play telephone with my personal life like they were front and center. Now, I’m not having a total out bitch fest because I knowingly blogged to the world and it was open for everyone to see; it was just the fact that I shared pieces of me and the absolute ignorance of people that I actually know – fired at me as if I were Hitler. But as soon as all hell broke loose, I stopped writing about the truth and I candy coated everything. I couldn’t trust anyone with my life and I wasn’t happy.

The truth is, those posts are the ones I felt the best with afterwords. I felt like I was actually able to take the bottled up emotion out and put it to good use. It was freeing even if some people didn’t like it. And for me, looking back, it is a record of how far I’ve come. We often forget about the big things, that at the time, make or break us. They more often than not get pushed back into to small moments that we vaguely remember or usually even forget. But when it’s written down and re-read years later, it’s still pure and alive.

So I guess before we say “enough about that” I’m really just at a cross roads. Should I use my blog as a creative outlet about my life? Not that’s it’s overly exciting but that would provide me with the most obvious source of material. Or..do I pull snip-its from parts of my day here and there and end up with a mediocre (no one will take offense to) blog?

My first followers blog title is actually “A Good Blog Is Hard To Find.” Is that a sign that maybe I should just go for it?