|Posted by Breanna Cornell on May 8, 2015 at 2:50 PM|
Hello? Is anybody there? No? It’s just me?
Here is my quiet return to blogging. It’s been almost a year since my last post, and the past ten and half months have provided some time for reflection. I’ve fallen off the social media band-wagon a bit, mostly because I just have not had the time and energy to keep up with Twitter chats and spend more time on Facebook just staying connected with long-distance friends. In the past, I’ve used my blog to put some big goals out there, promote impossible2Possible and other organizations, fundraise, and document adventures and learnings. I have missed blogging, to a certain extent; I miss being able to look back at a raw recollection of an event, before it fades to a more fallible memory.
Which is why I think I’ll sneak back onto my blog. I just don’t have the same motivation to archive on my personal computer, and run2live has become a scrap-book of sorts that I hope to build upon rather than start from scratch. I guess the difference from previous posts will be the lack of creating a personal brand and lack of publicizing posts (posting to Twitter and Facebook when a new post is up). There won’t be promotion for events or organizations. I want to maintain a simple record of events and adventures, a place to file friends and photos, a library to recall triumphs and trials, emotions and learnings.
If this blog were printed on physical paper, it would be a journal opened to a random page, sitting on the window sill of the back porch, pen resting on the crest of the inner spine, doodles of dancing dogs playing in the margins. Leather bound and weather worn, flower petals pressed between pages staining the corners of photographs. A little dusty, with whole paragraphs scratched out and corners of pages folded. Some handwriting in tight caps, some pages filled with tight cursive, an inconsistency dependent on mood. Many pages have been filled with smudged-left handed writing, taunting the unmarred fresh pages of the latter half of adventures to come.
Too bad I’m horrible at keeping a physical journal (they always seem to wander on to adventures of their own).
So, if you’re reading this, know posts will be inconsistent. Know that they will be honest and self-critical. Know that they will flower with love but may not always be positive. Know that most of them will be written in the moment, or shortly thereafter. Know that I might come back and document random stories, not necessarily related to running. Know that I have little expectations of anyone reading these, don’t really care to know if anyone is, and if you do [and do share], do so softly (like walking on pine needles).
A brief summary of the past ten and a half months:
(Proof that life and adventures still happen, even if you don't post every bit of it to social media ;))
Do what you love,
Love what you do!