Or maybe not.
Either way, I'm now face to face with life and all its demands, and in an attempt to sort it all out in my head, it's probably better (and perhaps more enjoyable for you, the intended audience) to write it here. It's been a while since I've written an actual blog. The old one on livejournal kinda died for one reason or another, can't really say why (and can't be bothered remembering my password to check if I posted a reason).
I guess you can say I've become inspired. Between the end of last year and the start of 2012, I've become a part of a unique circle of friends, which I feel extremely lucky to be a part of. Ebony and Karen have become the kind of catalyst towards fun and enjoyable adventures that I've been waiting for, that little push in the back to get me out the door. Don't get me wrong, I've had my moments in the past, but nothing like this. Lord knows I needed it.
As for the inspiration? Karen's helping me get my motivation up to get my work out there. Having a blog for poetry is one thing, but getting it published properly is another. It's the first time since I started seriously considering a profession in creative writing that I've felt confidant enough to put it out there for people outside of my circle of Facebook likes to read. Hopefully this year I'll be able to make a number of inroads into that.
Ebony's been a Godsend for my social life. Early days yet, but it's going to be exciting to be able to hang out with someone who not only likes the things I like, but can make anything new that I'd normally shy away from trying into an event I want to be a part of. Last night's concert at Kings Park will hopefully be the first of many such adventures, I can't wait to see what happens for the rest of the year. I know for a fact, for example, that I'll have a chance to talk to a God in person, that God being the spectacular Stan Lee.
Ultimately, that's what the theme of this year needs to be. Adventure. I've been slowly but surely putting myself out there, travelling over east as many times as I can, but there are people and places in Perth that I haven't even tried yet, and having moved to Mandurah for a while, it's going to be an even bigger trek to get to them. But that's all part of the plan, to try new things and change up my dull life into something worthwhile.
If I can get published, maybe even more than once, and do the things I've always wanted to do with the people I have come to love, then 2012 could very much be the best year of my young life so far. Despite the number attached to my age, I'm still young, heart and soul. That will never change. But everything around me will, and I can't explain how good it feels right now.