Do You Know Me? (INSPIRATIONAL BLOG POST)
Hello again!
So last night was extremely sad. I spent a bunch of time typing out my last blog post, on Digitour, and how I was going, and how you could submit questions, however, I have now found out that the show is sold out, and, unless I win tickets, which I very well could, I will not be going.
The last couple of days, I've also been down with a cold, and I always hate colds. Anyways, haven't been in the best mood lately, so I thought of being a little bit inspirational, and talking a bit more about myself.
My blog has been up for just over a month now, and it's been keeping me quite happy. The joy of being able to write to people on a public platform, although sometimes scary, is quite astonishing. There's no line now that divides me, and any other new bloggers/insufficiently known bloggers from the writing universe. I'd like to share my story a bit. It's not a shocking expose, or an extravagant adventure, but it's real. It's my life.
I wouldn't like to get into the itty bitty details, like my birthday or where I live just yet, however I want to explain to you what goes on in this brain of mine.
I'm just a teenage girl, like many other bloggers, with not much of a purpose except for being able to express myself. Some do so through acting, singing, etc., and I do so through writing. When I was about 4, I received my first real notebook. I still have it, sitting on my book shelf in my room, two little ballet shoes on the front with hanging ribbons. When I first received it, my parents, sisters, and a few other family members wrote some inspirational notes in there for me. At that age, I could hardly read, let alone write, so page after page was filled with stories written in what I've always classified as Gibberish, which, for you that don't believe so, IS a language.
Since then I've loved to write. As I got a bit older, I started to write songs. I loved writing songs, and it was always a little secret I kept to myself. Then gradually, I started to write stories. The problem was, I was never much of a planner. I would write for the sake of it, not write for a certain goal, or write for a purpose. I'd just start with a peanut of an idea, and end with a mess of a molehill. But to me, that never mattered. I was writing after all, wasn't I?
When I was seven, I became a bit more serious about it. For the first time ever, my rambling resulted in something remotely good. A story. I named it New Life. I won't give away the plot, in case one day I decide to edit it and publish it as a real hard copy book, however, only time will tell what the future will hold.
Things have not always been the easiest. A few years ago, I had to move halfway across the world, to here. I went to school on the first day with no friends, and came back with none as well. But like I said, only time will tell what will happen, and on the second day, I left school with a smile on my face and about five new friends in hand (not literally, but you get it).
Lately, I've developed a fascination for media and social platforms, especially YouTube. I want to start my own channel one day. Not today, but one day. For now, I want to focus on writing. I'm going to try and write every single day. Not necessarily for a purpose, just to write.
My friends know me as the random, weird, slightly nerdy and quirky person that I am. I want to be able to gain friendships from this. This is my way of reaching out to people and saying, hey! I love to answer questions, I love to get responses, however so far, I haven't had any. If you're reading this RIGHT NOW...you, yes you...please leave me a message, or the name of your blog, so I can check it out too. Thank you so much for reading this :) Hope I inspired you a bit. I challenge you to do your own inspirational blog post, and tell your readers a little bit more about yourself, and what you want to do.
That's all for now,
BlogsWithSarah xx
So last night was extremely sad. I spent a bunch of time typing out my last blog post, on Digitour, and how I was going, and how you could submit questions, however, I have now found out that the show is sold out, and, unless I win tickets, which I very well could, I will not be going.
The last couple of days, I've also been down with a cold, and I always hate colds. Anyways, haven't been in the best mood lately, so I thought of being a little bit inspirational, and talking a bit more about myself.
My blog has been up for just over a month now, and it's been keeping me quite happy. The joy of being able to write to people on a public platform, although sometimes scary, is quite astonishing. There's no line now that divides me, and any other new bloggers/insufficiently known bloggers from the writing universe. I'd like to share my story a bit. It's not a shocking expose, or an extravagant adventure, but it's real. It's my life.
I wouldn't like to get into the itty bitty details, like my birthday or where I live just yet, however I want to explain to you what goes on in this brain of mine.
I'm just a teenage girl, like many other bloggers, with not much of a purpose except for being able to express myself. Some do so through acting, singing, etc., and I do so through writing. When I was about 4, I received my first real notebook. I still have it, sitting on my book shelf in my room, two little ballet shoes on the front with hanging ribbons. When I first received it, my parents, sisters, and a few other family members wrote some inspirational notes in there for me. At that age, I could hardly read, let alone write, so page after page was filled with stories written in what I've always classified as Gibberish, which, for you that don't believe so, IS a language.
Since then I've loved to write. As I got a bit older, I started to write songs. I loved writing songs, and it was always a little secret I kept to myself. Then gradually, I started to write stories. The problem was, I was never much of a planner. I would write for the sake of it, not write for a certain goal, or write for a purpose. I'd just start with a peanut of an idea, and end with a mess of a molehill. But to me, that never mattered. I was writing after all, wasn't I?
When I was seven, I became a bit more serious about it. For the first time ever, my rambling resulted in something remotely good. A story. I named it New Life. I won't give away the plot, in case one day I decide to edit it and publish it as a real hard copy book, however, only time will tell what the future will hold.
Things have not always been the easiest. A few years ago, I had to move halfway across the world, to here. I went to school on the first day with no friends, and came back with none as well. But like I said, only time will tell what will happen, and on the second day, I left school with a smile on my face and about five new friends in hand (not literally, but you get it).
Lately, I've developed a fascination for media and social platforms, especially YouTube. I want to start my own channel one day. Not today, but one day. For now, I want to focus on writing. I'm going to try and write every single day. Not necessarily for a purpose, just to write.
My friends know me as the random, weird, slightly nerdy and quirky person that I am. I want to be able to gain friendships from this. This is my way of reaching out to people and saying, hey! I love to answer questions, I love to get responses, however so far, I haven't had any. If you're reading this RIGHT NOW...you, yes you...please leave me a message, or the name of your blog, so I can check it out too. Thank you so much for reading this :) Hope I inspired you a bit. I challenge you to do your own inspirational blog post, and tell your readers a little bit more about yourself, and what you want to do.
That's all for now,
BlogsWithSarah xx
