Too soon, you say?
Yes, I will admit that I may be putting the cart before the horse. Is it necessary to confess to blog neglect in the first post? But isn't it better to start out with the truth? I find that it is the very best way to start a story, for it is often the best liars and the best storytellers are also the best truth-tellers.
Besides, I feel as if it starts us off on the right foot. By writing this bit of text*, and by your reading it, it is as if we've both wandered into the same room with the same ideas. Not a chat room necessarily, for we don't all have the floor. And not a confessional, because I cannot assume that my reader is a godly man, or able to give penance or grant forgiveness. I envision something more along the lines of an AA meeting, or any meeting for that matter that deals with personal narratives.
And so, we get back to my dirty secret. Blog neglect: guilty.
The truth is that I start blogs and then promptly forget where I put them. The internet is such a vast place. And I don't often spend more than a minute naming my blogs so by the time I go back to write an entry, I forget what I was going for. I find that successful blogs have a theme.
Here's another confession. I am a woman without a theme. I love a lot of stuff. And there is no word other than "stuff" that I feel comfortable using. I want to talk about philosphy and politics and animals and what I saw on Instagram, and what that lady was wearing in Wal Mart, and performance art, and books. I want to talk about what you want to talk about, and then I want to learn everything you know.
I'm not a tornado. I'm a hurricane.
Last year, I started a blog called "Strong, Confident, and Worthy of Success"**. This evening, when I finally got the courage to read the solo blog post, I found that I hadn't even submitted it. My "1 post" was merely the word "IT" on a blank page.
I laughed when I saw this. Why?
The mere word was so meaningless. Not to mention it followed a title which seemed to be so full of potential and meaning. I was expecting to get insight into a moment of rare positive mindset during a time which I remember my psyche being submerged in a chocolate fondu of depression, and instead I find that I wasn't able to scrounge up the energy to go beyond, "IT".
So, I decided to tack on the "K-I-S-M". And, here we have it.
KISMIT
I wasn't familiar with the word until the spring after college graduation when I was contemplating adopting a dog. I was browsing available Border Collie shelters and found the most beautiful young female brown and white collie named Kismit. I remember thinking, "Great dog, weird name."
Kismit reminded me of Kermit the Frog. The word is straightforward and sharp, like two hard whacks with a hammer.
KIS- MIT. Whack - Whack.
There is no obvious poetry or depth to it.
But I fell in love with the meaning.
Kismit: destiny; fate.
One word, holds two words that are the english language's equal to the mathematical infinity sign. For although "destiny" and "fate" are two words that are often ascribed to the path that is chosen for you, I suppose I have it ingrained into my being that these are free flowing concepts. If your "destiny" is a destination in time, an event or outcome that is meant only for you, a creature of free will, then by combining our destiny with our free will we find that there are endless ways to get there.
What better name for a dog? It literally means, "meant to be".
As for a blog title, I love the word. Simple as that. Recently I've come to believe in putting the things that I love front and center. Lovely words and bits of life belong in a place where they'll be noticed. A place where you'll see them, and remember to give thanks for the bit of happiness they bring.
Here's a fun blog tidbit. We'll call it the "What I saw on InstaGram today" segment. Because I, like Stephen Colbert or any self respecting talk show host, love segments.
WHAT I saw on Instagram today:
"My brain during the day: Potato, potato, ching chong tomato.
My brain at night: I wonder why the Earth was placed exactly here and allowed us to provide a perfect climate to sustain human life."
"Potato, potato, ching chong tomato" brilliantly encapsulates so much of the everyday mundane.
Blogs are created for this very human predicament. Why else would I be here?
*For what is a blog, but a bit of text? It's not a book or a blurb, an article or an essay. The word itself seems to suggest that it is a simple blob of text swimming off of your illuminated screen. Skim-worthy, at most.
**Inspired by a wonderfully laughable but brilliant quote shared with me by my very best pair partner.
