My Non Existent Personal Memoir
Let's get right to it. I know we're just getting to know each other but can I share a secret?
Since I was a young girl, I have always been fascinated with stories and storytelling. I credit my parents for the way they shared stories of their past and how they got to where they are today. They always inspired me to write more. I started blogging in middle school and journaling more frequently in college but I could never truly find a consistency, at least not at the cadence I envisioned.
So here's my secret. What Was I Thinking?: The Experiences That Made Me was actually the name I had picked out for my personal memoir. I told myself I’d write a book one day but I never got to it. With adulthood in full swing, the thought of publishing a book brought overwhelm and anxiety instead of joy. Even though I’ve grown out of the idea of writing a book, I've never let go of my dream to write about my own experiences.
I guess since you're still reading, here’s another secret: I have a big fear that I’ll get dementia, maybe since my grandma has it. Naturally documenting has always been important for me. I used to write publicly on Wordpress, Instagram, and Twitter X, but that experience did me wrong. I've been hesitant to write on the web since. Story for another day.
Witnessing loss and grief these past few years has made me reflect on death, and the legacy I'd want to leave behind when my time comes.
It's inspired to finally do what I’ve always dreamed of:
- To document all the things I want to remember and be remembered for.
- To create a space that can live on when I’m gone.
- To share with myself and the world, What Was I Thinking?.
So starting today, I’m turning a new leaf, and I’m planting my roots here on Bear Blog. I'm not a developer and I'll probably have plenty of grammar errors, but I'm not letting anything get in the way anymore. This is happening.
Thank you for following along. Get ready for my quirkiness and analogies. Til' next time.