8/24/25

The thought of starting a blog first occurred to me during my sophomore year of high school. It was 2018, and the peak of the age of teenage YouTube vloggers. I would get home from soccer practice and log onto YouTube immediately, binging Ellie Thumann and Hannah Meloche’s most recent uploads, completely neglecting the ever-growing pile of schoolwork I had accrued. I envied the lives of these girls and dreamt of a world in which my life could be interesting enough to share with the general public. I hate to break it to younger me, but that day still has not come. I’m starting to think that waiting for my life to become “interesting” is a waste of time. Just because something isn’t enthralling at all times does not mean that it isn’t worth sharing… I mean, look at Oppenheimer (sorry film enjoyers). I spend every waking hour of my life crafting a narrative in my mind. If it is inadequate in plot, so be it; it is still a creation that has demanded enough time and energy to emerge into the world. I recently heard a professor encourage our class to share our art, not for financial gain, but rather for the sole sake of bringing new thought and creation into the world. So, after kicking my feet and blushing at the thought of my silly little poems being art, I started researching the process of starting a blog. So here I am, twenty-two years old, fresh off the process of moving cross-country, completely lost in life, starting a blog. I hope you’re proud, Professor. I’m not convinced that my thoughts or experiences are unique enough for others to read. I’m realizing that living life confined to the idea that I’ll somehow be an interesting person someday is silly. Maybe I’m maturing, or maybe I’m just becoming even more annoying… either way, I’m happy to be here.

-Mars