Journaling

I have tried to keep a journal so many times before. The first time was when I started writing a blog in 2005, back then I would write random thoughts I have had in a day and save them in a Word Document. I never felt satisfied with what I was doing and I also realized that it felt better for me to just post on the blog, rather than trying to keep track of a very mundane routine.

The other times I tried, I did because I felt the need to be more disciplined with my writing, and because after years of writing very personal things on that blog, I needed something fresh. Those attempts also failed, I would drag my feet to face the laptop and try to type a few things, it felt such a task, my inspiration to write had gone away. So I decided to stop trying. The urge for writing however, didn’t go too far.

Over the years, I have become more careful and aware of the things I share online, especially when it comes down to ideas and extensive perspectives. I think that has made me too afraid of writing, and it’s honestly quite dumb to not write at all because of it. So, I will give journaling another try, even if I don’t do it every day.

Day 1

I guess what I’ve done today inspired this post, now that I think about it. I got up very early to say goodbye to a friend who is visiting and was going to catch a flight to Aswan for a Nile Cruise, he left at 4:30 am so I sent him off and went back to bed. Woke up around 8, and after a few attempts to sleep a bit more I got up. Ate some arepas for breakfast and started working on a presentation for work tomorrow.

My school is hosting an annual conference called “Girls Get Strong” that motivates girls to be fit and healthy. Their theme this year is leadership and empowerment, so I will offer two sessions on online identity and what to post (or not post) online. I am quite excited about the conversations I’m hoping participants will have.

In a bit, I will pause this work and go to another school event that celebrates diversity and the different nationalities in our community. This international festival is always quite fun, there’s always a lot of amazing food to try and wonderful outfits to see. In previous years, I’ve worn my Venezuela typical dress but this year I am not as inspired. Instead, I will wear my usual protest outfit. And that’s that.

End of rant. Now, a glass of wine.