Ready, set...

Usually, I avoid engaging in whatever the "cool kids" are doing, and it seems to me this blogging thing falls into the All-the-cool-kids-are-doing-it category. To that end, I'm actually experiencing a slightly negative physiological response to the word "blogging," which is prompting me to explain myself and never mention that word again, even whilst I engage in the very act (I'm such a brat, I'm sorry). Anyway, I've been itching to write. And it's New Year's Eve. Starting a new hobby seems appropriate. So, here I go...

I sat for probably five minutes trying to conjure up something clever to title this thing, which is not to say that I believe "bloomology" to be clever; it's not even my idea. I discovered it on a disposable coaster a friend kidnapped from Outback Steakhouse. Evidently, it's "the study of all things delicious." Get it?! Bloomin' Onion, ha! Yeah... hopefully the title is an editable aspect, but for now, this little nugget of a writing experiment purposed to relieve my brain shall be bloomology.

When I mention that these words in front of your eyeballs are meant to relieve my brain, I truly mean it. I was reminded of how much writing is a driving force for me when sorting through boxes of "K-12 Memories" (as my mother labeled them) once Kellen and I were settling into our new home this fall. Dozens of stories and illustrations scribbled by elementary-aged Nikki could provide a couple hours of entertainment, if allowed. On my first-grade report card, my teacher had commented that I chose the Writing Center every day during Free Time, to the point that she was concerned about my social life and worried that I wouldn't make any friends... The following grading term, she indicated again that I still chose the Writing Center over other available activities, but I had also made a little group of friends -- she no longer worried about my anti-social behavior during Free Time. Oy, what a relief!

Unfortunately, adulthood has not automatically included daily free time to quench my thirst for words as had first grade. But Communication, English and Spanish studies in college managed to fill the gap and then some. Now, graduated for one fully whole entire complete year, I'm feeling that itch again. And, from what I gather, the job market ain't exactly desperate for inexperienced writers. Instead, I'll usher all the words out of my head in this way until that changes. My focus? How about the study of life as a Bloom. I'm a newbie and all, so I'm sure there is much to discover.

Cheers to a new year!

Peace, love, and brain relief,
nikki