I’ve come to a slight realization over the past few months. Actually, I’ve come to many realizations – who knew the year after graduation would be one of such change and growth?!
Anyway, I’m going to focus on just one of those realizations: I am a pretty okay writer, or at least I edit like one. From editing my friends’ ebooks to personal statements to scholarship applications, I found that it’s difficult for me to return anything somebody asks me to edit without first littering it with red lines and comments, sometimes in multiple colors for clarity and cheesy jokes to make it seem more light-hearted. Every time I go through the process, I also find myself wishing I were editing my own work. Maybe it’s time for me to start writing more.
I’ve gone through this phase before, and the word “phase” is truly the most accurate word to describe it: I started a blog when I first moved to Washington, DC, which fell woefully out of date after a couple months of posting. I maintained a blog when I was in Bolivia, which turned into posting three obligatory posts in one day, a month before leaving, just so I had something to refer to in ten years. When I got back, I wanted to vocalize some of my political thoughts and feelings during the tumultuous 2016 election, but again abandoned it after a few posts. I liked to flirt with blogs, but wasn’t interested in commitment.
In the end, my blog failures weren’t due to boredom or my inability to talk about myself without feeling like I’m ranting (although both played a part). The primary reason they didn’t flesh out was because I was a college student. I don’t know if you all have heard, but college is a lot of work. Even when I was done with classes and jobs for the day, there were still umpteen pages of reading and essays to handle. Even when I had breaks from school, I had at least a couple jobs at a time (during the summers of 2015 and 2016, I had three paid and one unpaid positions). It’s time-consuming. I had priorities and writing blog posts about my inner thoughts and observances was not high on the list, especially when I was already writing so much for school and work.
But here I am!
I’ve graduated from college and have discovered the swathes of free time available to anybody that has a normal-human 9-to-5 job where you might even be discouraged from working overtime and taking extra jobs. I get home at 6pm every weekday and have the freedom to do whatever I want, without having to even think about work. I highly recommend trying it at some point in your life if it’s an option. Of course I have personal goals that I’m focusing on, including starting law school in the next couple years, but my priority list just got a lot more manageable. Writing a blog is a lot more doable. Plus, I took the Gallup StrengthsFinder test last week, which told me three of my strengths thrive on daily thinking, writing, reading, and reflection time. (My top five strengths are Strategic, Ideation, Input, Relator, and Achiever, for any personality test junkies out there. If you have any magical insight on what that all means, feel free to let me know.)
So here I am!
I’m writing another blog.
I don’t know if any theme will emerge from this writing experiment (maybe if I don’t call it a blog, I’ll be more motivated to write in it), but for now I’m going to keep it open-ended to keep it more accessible. I hope you enjoy tuning in every once in a while to my experiences, interpretations, and thoughts. Or don’t read if you don’t want to – I’m mostly doing this for myself. It might be occasionally humorous. I did just finish listening to the audiobook version of Amy Poehler’s Yes Please. Just try not to be upset if you are actually dedicated to reading Nikki’s Thoughts on a daily basis for the rest of your life. I am extremely flattered and, quite frankly, shocked if that’s the case. But my record with blogs, as I have explained, is not great. Don’t get your hopes up, folks. I’m doing this for myself – throwing it on the internet is just so I can pretend there are people holding me accountable for writing this thing.