Foreword

Greetings! I'm Molly. This is my first blog experience and I'm pretty dang excited about it. There are a variety of reasons why I've decided to embark on this pseudo-assignment.
I'd like to make it clear that I am not an aspiring photographer, and I don’t pretend to be. Some of my closest friends and family are exceptionally talented in that area, but I can’t say it has ever been a genuine passion of mine.
Onto business. Recently, many of my Facebook friends caught my attention with albums titled “30 day challenge”, in which they followed a list of topics via photos that defined them. All of this for a period of - you guessed it - 30 days. I wanted to pursue this in my own way by making my own ‘list’. (Side note, I have planning this for the past few weeks; likely driving my roommate crazy by scrawling ideas onto paper in the middle of the night.) Regardless, I am excited for my ideas to come to fruition, and truly hope it turns out the way I have been imagining it. I invite you to leave comments on anything I post. I have always been a firm believer that knowing what everyone else thinks, does, in fact, matter. It puts things into perspective and allows us to be well-rounded individuals, which is definitely a quality I would hope to be recognized as.
One primary hesitation I have about this project is ultimately how self-centered it is. Completely. It can be chalked up to self-expression, art, or anything else… but in the end, things like this are primarily concerned with “me” and “I”. I struggle with this in an age of social media. Since the time I had a Myspace at age 16, I began this practice (we began this practice) of showcasing ourselves and finding endless ways to portray how unique we were. With Facebook and Twitter, I find it to be a double-edged sword. I want everyone to see… and yet, I don’t want anyone to see. Sometimes, all I really want, all I really need, is an outlet to mass-communicate my rawest emotions on a medium where no one is guaranteed to see it.
So…yes; with this project, I admit to being yet another self-dissecting 20-something. But I was programmed this way, and I have discovered a lot of important things as a result. This is about being honest with myself, regardless of all outside influences. This isn’t for you or for them, this is for me. It’s a time capsule. How will I feel tomorrow? In a week? a month? A year? Only time will tell.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Day 19: Though we are from the earth,

we tend to get a bit Moony, too.
Despite appearances, our nearest friend in space is 221,000 miles away.
          Tonight, astrologists and amateur stargazers alike are in for a treat. According to NASA, the moon will be 30% brighter and 14% bigger than usual this evening, which only occurs once every 18 years. People keep tabs on the moon, and have been doing so for eons. We don't quite know why, but we love the moon and our nights would be lonely and dark without it.  Wolves howl, crickets chirp, people are romantic, and so on. The moon shows up whether or not you remind it to, without being acknowledged or thanked. My relationship with the moon is a lot like that. I don't necessarily keep track of its cycles, but I can subconsciously tell when it is about to change because it affects my mood, the way I interact with others, and my sleeping patterns.
        Night. Darkness. It is such an interesting part of life. Western society tries to dictate that we are inactive at night; to only be productive during the day when the sun can light the earth. But I find the night to be a calming and necessary part of each day's routine. Maybe it is the college student in me saying this, but I appreciate staying up a bit later than I should in order to stay in touch with the night and what it has to offer me. Everything is quiet; a swelling pause from all of the noise and business that is the day. Night is a personal time for many of us; we aren't expected to engage in rigorous conversation or tedious duties. It is the time that leaves us alone with our thoughts; soaking in the events of the day and what it has meant to us, how it has changed or not changed us. We are ourselves to our very core at night; stripped of the masks we wear on a daily basis and apt to expose our true colors.  
       The moon comforts me on nights when I toss and turn for hours, when not one soul is awake to console me and loneliness creeps in. The moon is there when you wake up from a nightmare and need an ounce of reality to prove to you that it was all just a dream. The moon is there as our natural nightlight, even though as adults we are supposed to have outgrown our fear of the dark. As childish as it sounds, I can hardly walk into an unlit room without getting chills on the back of my neck. Thank goodness I can rely on the moon. It is simple; it is sincere. 
          
A night in shining armour.

3 comments:

  1. Favorite line is about the mask of the day and the revealing of the dark

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  2. i like this post the most!

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