Why would I start a blog? What would I write about or post? Who would actually read it? All questions I’ve asked my self, over and over, for quite some time now. The idea kept popping up in my head and I would always think about things that I really wanted to share, but couldn’t get the courage to just do it. I was scared and those questions had some kind of power over me that was actually pretty strong. I also thought I should just journal. I’ve been telling myself I wanted to keep a journal for years, especially for the past three years, because SO MUCH has happened. My problem? Accountability. And to be honest, I was still a little afraid of even doing that. What if someone found it? What if they thought what I wrote about was stupid? And then I thought, who freaking cares???
If anyone knows me, they know I have a tendency to over think things every now and then. I decided maybe, just maybe, starting the blog might help me. Maybe it will help me hold myself accountable to something I really want to do and help me get over that fear of what people think. If I put myself out there and be completely vulnerable, it could be liberating! So, here we are.
It’s funny, because another thing people in my inner circle know very well about me is that I love “signs”. I always feel like the Universe (Uni, as bff Amber and I like to call her) works in your favor if you just pay attention. Being present, and open to things and ideas, and really listening to myself has led me on a pretty interesting path the last few years. Sometimes you look for signs, and sometimes they are just so in your face it’s almost unbelievable. It makes me happy, and I like to roll with them.
Since I’ve been thinking about my life, the journal, the blog, I kept noticing the number 3 popping up…
I’ve just moved back to Arizona, which makes it the 3rd time for me. I like that! Third times a charm, right?!
I’ve actually lived in 3 major cities (Phoenix, Chicago and Dallas) in the past 3 years.
I’m 33 years old.
I’ve been technically single for the past 3 (ok- three times two, but these are my signs so they make sense) years. I’ve dated and had relationships obvi, but I don’t know that I’ve called anyone my “boyfriend” in that time.
I’ve been waking up at 3am pretty consistently, but with a crazy busy mind. I used to hate that but now I kind of love it. In a weird way, it’s almost given me a little clarity because I’ve started writing stuff down.
I blocked 3 people in my contact list this week. It had to be done.
I’m going to Europe on the 3rd of next month for 3 weeks. F yeah!!
Oh, and I really want to lose 3 pounds. (JK- but if you didn’t get that, you must get to know Regina George)
I kept noticing this number so, I googled. (I also like to think I’m a professional googler) According to Wikipedia, The Rule of Three “is a writing principle that suggests that things that come in threes are inherently funnier, more satisfying, or more effective than other numbers of things.” That was it. That was all I needed to push myself to do what I wanted to do.
So, to answer my own questions, I’m starting a blog because I want to. I will post about anything and everything I’m feeling, doing, obsessing over, wearing, etc. I don’t really know who will read it, but that’s okay. It’s kind of for me, and if anything, I know my mom will. And will surely be calling me after my first curse word slips. It’s gonna happen.
2 thoughts on “The Power of Three”
3 is the magic number! Fancy some fish and chips in Europe for me.