I’ve been meaning to start this blog for a long time.
Like, a really long time. Fels, the old Octagon adviser, suggested it to me a week after she met me freshman year in 2017, but I didn’t really know where to begin, so I just kind of gave up.
Then, after I wrote about my flip-flops for a My Angle in the December print edition, Chardonnay (an editor-in-chief) also suggested I start a blog.
But alas, I still had no idea how to go about it.
My sister and another editor-in-chief, Mohini, told me to think of at least five ideas before starting, but I couldn’t think of one for the life of me.
So for about a month, while I was complaining about my nonexistent taste buds, my abhorrence of Google Docs and the day a moth terrorized me until 12 a.m., I was also complaining about my lack of blog ideas.
While I was thinking up fantastic new ideas — like a world in which everyone whispers, centiliters are used freely and moving walkways replace sidewalks — I still couldn’t think of a single blog topic.
I was learning ukulele and calligraphy (and how to get everyone off my back for carrying too much stuff), but I couldn’t learn to get my creative juices flowing.
Then my sister took pity on me and said all those topics were blog material.
Finally, a breakthrough!
That was last November, and I wanted to start writing right away, but then Allison, yet another editor-in-chief, suggested waiting until New Year’s so my first blog could be about my “resolution” to — take a guess — start a blog.
But you see, I never make New Year’s resolutions because I’m too lazy to follow through.
So I guess it’s no surprise that, lo and behold, it’s March, and I’m just now writing this.
To me, though, it’s a great accomplishment. After a year and a half, I finally started my blog!
Here’s to hoping my next blog doesn’t take that long.
Believe me, I’m really excited to have the entire high school on my case for hating whipped cream.