Baby Steps

I’ve been biting my nails about this project, still infantile. You can’t undertake a project like this... asking people to give you a piece of themselves without the trade for a bit of you. So to everyone who has submitted, emailed, checked out the blog, and made/clicked approve to a new friend request on Facebook thus far, thanks... you’ve settled the butterflies ever so slightly.

To those who’ve said that their journal page seems too pointless or otherwise deficient to contribute, you’d be surprised at the potential impact of one’s seemingly mundane reminisce on another. Sometimes things that seem ordinary when they leave the tip of the pen or get developed from a negative, that seem meaningless when that journal sits at the bottom of your shoulder-bag or in the back of your closet, gain relevance through the eyes of another.

So what do you journal about? Yourself? The state of the country? Your socio-political observations? Pissed off rants? Your bliss? Your breakfast? I don’t know. I think we all wet-dream about creating something so amazing that it sets the world exploding. But there’s something so intriguing and inspiring about the humility of a simple snapshot of daily existence that can start a slow burn, it’s funny the things forced out of invisibility when you look at them...

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