When I was a kid walking home from elementary school, I always used to play this game with myself where I’d close my eyes and see how long I dared to walk before I got nervous and had to look. As lame as it may seem, it’s hard to let yourself be vulnerable like this — walking forward without being 100% sure where you’re going.
In so many ways this is a metaphor for my life. Like many women I know, I have this need to be not only watching, but planning every step ahead. It’s totally scary to let go, but it’s sort of liberating to just take a moment to close my eyes and let life happen no matter what lies ahead. When you don’t have a set path, it can also help your stress with being “in the right place” when the right place is right now.
Now when I am on my walks with miss Daisy I still find myself playing this little game. Like life, she’s a bitch, so it’s perfect training for the real thing. Try it. I just take a deep breath and hold on with trust she’ll guide me the right way. The first few seconds are fine, but as I even go 6-10 seconds in, I find myself freaking out. Just push through it. You’ll find you are so much more aware of your surroundings when you just live in the moment, sun shining through your eyelids and breeze blowing through your hair. And when you can appreciate the moment, there’s little room to stress about where you “should” be.
I’ve been wanting to start a new blog for a while — several months in fact. What has been holding me back, you ask? The name.
I know, you’re going, whaaat? Is this chick crazy? How hard is it to come up with a name?
Ever since my co-blogger and I took a break from our blog Everyday Inspirations (that ultimately ended in a mutual decision to “just be really good friends”) I’ve been wanting to venture onto my own thing, but just needed to name my turf. I was fortunate enough to attend BlogWorld LA last week for work and left feeling like I really needed to close the deal, if nothing else, to sharpen my writing skills, but also as a creative outlet and journal of sorts.
When I talked to others and blurted out the reason I hadn’t started was I couldn’t figure out my name, I’ll admit, it sounded absurd when I said it out loud. I had been tossing around ideas for quite some time and when I was at #BWELA, “Angie’s Nest” hit me. I’ve pondered it for a few days, run it past a couple people. I was planning to think it over when I realized — tomorrow (referring to today) is 11.11.11.
Fact 2 about me: I have a weird obsession with numbers. And days of the week.
More on that later. Not only is 11.11.11 a pretty damn cool anniversary, Friday just happens to be my favorite day and according to Mashable, it’s the “nerd new year.” I mean, I couldn’t just let the new year go by without starting something new, right?
Fact 3 about me: when I know the time is right, I’m pretty impulsive.
So at about 9:45 pm 11.10 I decide it’s time to pull the switch and get this thing going. Luckily I have a friend (with the best funny blog around) that helped me make magic happen overnight.
Just over 12 hours later (since this is going live at 11:11am), here it is — welcome to my blog. I must say, on a scale of one to ten, today is an eleven.
My nest will continue to get prettier, but please forgive the mess, I just moved in. Happy 11.11.11!
What are you starting new today?