The Arrival
- Deborah J. Kwak
- Oct 30, 2016
- 2 min read

A big part of me held off blogging for so long because of all the "baggage" and responsibility that came with it. To me, blogging meant being disciplined and consistent with my writing and my posting. It meant having something important to say and, what do I have to say that hasn't already been said? I thought blogging meant posting awesome pictures of adventures all the time. Scariest of all, it meant being transparent, vulnerable and honest O_O
That's a heavy luggage to carry. And instead of checking in a luggage that exceeded the maximum weight capacity, I've surrendered to simplicity - one carry on (with the exception of a cute leather crossbody of course). On a side note, I actually traveled to Europe with a rather large check-in luggage and discovered almost immediately that it was a big mistake. Reality check: I'm not that strong. We live and we learn. Sometimes we learn the hard way (insert eyes looking to the left emoji and blushing emoji).
I write because I’m trying to make sense of the world. I write to understand better. Because I’m curious about a lot of things. I write to explore. I write because my non-linear thinking and scatter-brained tendencies need structure and organization. I write to know myself better. I write because I believe that when we are able to coherently articulate our thoughts and emotions, the clouds in our minds part and the fog dissipates. I wholeheartedly agree with the German philosopher Wittgenstein, who wrote: "The limits of my language mean the limits of my world." So I write to push the envelope and expand my horizons for the purpose of connecting – with the world, with people, and with myself.
This blog is also a space for me to share the things I like, my current thoughts, my beliefs, my values, etc. I like a lot of things, too many things sometimes; so, maybe, I’ll see a pattern, through my writing and posting, of the things that I gravitate towards.
Part of my reluctance to start blogging was my anticipation to arrive somewhere, but I don’t think I ever will quite feel that arrival as tangibly as I’d like until the day I die. So here I am. The unedited version of me. I'm showing up and being more consciously present with my life through my writing. I've, finally, arrived.
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