Sometimes I look back on my blog and realise that the content is different and varied. You’ve got endless pictures of my nails, let’s be honest, I’m obsessed with my nails. Painting my nails is second to reading and writing, the only other things that help me relax. I’ve posted pictures from living in Italy and positive quotes that hopefully help at least one person. I have a lot about moving to the beautiful and isolating city, Campobasso, in Italy.
Then, you’ve got my general musings on life and my spontaneous poetry. I call it spontaneous because I no longer write poems every day as I used to as a child. Slowly the habit of expressing my feelings or thoughts through rhythmic words in cryptic patterns died away (apart from my stories, I still write those). But sometimes I wonder if poetry is my favourite, I find that sometimes it’s the most daring form of expression. Do you realise how much you can tackle in one poem?
Before I end up going off into a random diary entry style of post, I wanted to say that I realised why my blog is so random. The point is, it’s not random, I first saw it as random but now I retract that statement. My blog is me. Here you see nearly every side to me. So, it’s not random at all, contrary to my previous belief. I’m not a very random person. Spontaneous, and at times ridiculous, but not random.