I constantly write to-do lists. I thought having a smart phone would increase my productivity. Hoped that with my recent 'awakening' to life, I would flourish with my passions and hobbies.
But you know, that takes drive. Ambition. Desire and the ghost of Nike to come rapping at my door to spook me to the land of victory.
First step is to recognize you have a problem. The only thing is, when you are a natural rebel, you flip off your tasks with the tiniest fuck you and pretend you don't know any better.
Coincidentally, I learned that today is officially Middle Finger day.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Hello, my name is Jeannette Villarreal. This blog is for my writing.
I'm usually not the person who shares much in conversation. I am not a good storyteller. I have difficulty explaining things to others. I have a hard time elaborating on how my day was, let alone sharing my thoughts and feelings about a major event. I tend to condense and summarize to make sure you've got the basics. I don't do details. I have a sense of humor but can only make you laugh with a one-liner and/or witty remark. It's not that I am vacant and shallow. It's just something I do as a result of shyness and a disorganized thought process. Because when I am inside my head, hanging out all by my lonesome with my thoughts, words are just ready to explode.
So my words are imprinted here, in hopes of being cohesive and structured. Hopes of this blog improving my communication skills. Because improv class was not enough. Words private and personal for the world to see.
Let's do this.
I'm usually not the person who shares much in conversation. I am not a good storyteller. I have difficulty explaining things to others. I have a hard time elaborating on how my day was, let alone sharing my thoughts and feelings about a major event. I tend to condense and summarize to make sure you've got the basics. I don't do details. I have a sense of humor but can only make you laugh with a one-liner and/or witty remark. It's not that I am vacant and shallow. It's just something I do as a result of shyness and a disorganized thought process. Because when I am inside my head, hanging out all by my lonesome with my thoughts, words are just ready to explode.
So my words are imprinted here, in hopes of being cohesive and structured. Hopes of this blog improving my communication skills. Because improv class was not enough. Words private and personal for the world to see.
Let's do this.
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