I wish I could come up with a better title for this very first piece, but I have to settle for the compromise between giving it too much, and at the same time, too little, importance. On the one hand, it marks the end of a wonderfully agonizing and perpetually exhilarating journey that is my undergraduate career in EngSci, having made countless memories with a handful of framily (at the lack of a better word for the loss of distinction between friends and family, thanks Sprint Mobile). Not only that, it marks what every undergraduate deems to be the beginning of “real life”- the interface between excitement and fear, between finally being responsible for yourself and, gasp, being responsible.
On the other hand, it is just another day. I fully acknowledge that I have a need to take on this party-pooping persona that is half rational, half critical, and half afraid of giving something too much meaning in case it doesn’t ever live up to my expectations.
And so, it is on this day- a day of ending and beginning in every sense, but a day unceremoniously residing in its square on the calendar, preceded and preceding thousands more- that I start the documentary that is my little blog on my own website. I wondered whether writing my thoughts on the internet would come to bite me in the back, whether be it for my professional or personal relationships, maybe because I’m cussing too much or that I’m telling a story or opinion that I wasn’t really suppose to.
In the end, I can’t say how that was resolved, but I just know that I am going to do it. I’m going to dedicate time to myself, once every week, whether to practice thinking, fleshing out an idea, documenting an event, or just polishing my writing for the sake of writing.
Maybe I should have called it Self-Titled.
