This Beautiful Life
I just recently came across a blog full of such beautiful word imagery — describing daily life, but in a whimsical, aching, enraptured way — that I have been rethinking the way I write this blog. As a child, I owned many, many journals, but I never wrote about my life in them. I always tried to imagine myself as someone else, as a damsel in distress with beautiful handwriting, meeting a charming wanderer who would sweep me off my feet and create a fairytale in my life. My journals are full of half-pages of these imaginings, in childish cursive, and very few entries are of real life.
It has always been difficult for me to write about my life. Perhaps because I have never found myself very interesting. I am just an ordinary girl, living through an ordinary life, doing ordinary things in an ordinary way. The things I experience have happened in ordinary ways, ways that I could have almost predicted.
I love the life I have, and I wouldn’t change it for anything, but most days I wonder… what do I have to write about? Nothing, I am not interesting. I am simply… me.
And then I see blogs wherein the author writes with such beauty about the simplest of things, and I am challenged to improve myself. I have always written the fantasy with such vigor; it’s time to write about my life, as mundane as it might be, in a new light. It’s time to expand my vocabulary, as I used to do; to see the everyday through rose-colored glasses, as I have done before; to write about life as the beautiful thing that it is. 
I may not be the most amazing person in the world, but what I have is precious to me. This life is my own kind of fairytale. I have always yearned for a beautiful life, an exciting life, a life full of travel and romance and grand adventure, simply because it would be more interesting to pen on a page… but why can’t this life be beautiful, too?
September is a month of new challenges for me, a month of renewal, rebirth as it were. I want to expand in so many ways, and now that I have begun to improve my images, I want to improve my word-imagery as well. Because this life, no matter how ordinary it might be, is a beautiful one. To me.
Scarf, skirt, shoes, belt, and brooch, Thrifted | tee, Target
It will probably take me a while to get used to writing about life in a renewed way, but it is a challenge I look forward to completing! I hope you enjoy the journey, too.
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4 Comments
Salazar
I find it difficult to wax poetic about my life too (so boring!), but I really appreciate that you can see the simple beauty in life.
Love that skirt, btw!
dani
I feel the same way, lately! Trying to find beauty and whimsy in the “little things” can be so challenging, but at the same time, so refreshing!
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Jeanne
Somebody’s ordinary is always somebody else’s extraordinary, I believe. While I see what you mean by calling your life “ordinary”, I can tell you that it is very different from what mine has ever been, and is also somewhat exotic or foreign to me in many ways. And even the parts that seem familiar from, say, literature, media representation, etc. appear in a new light: yours, and that of everyday.
That said, I think I understand your wish to celebrate your life through words. I myself would really love to put some of my experiences, stories and memories into words one day, and maybe make a book of it; not so much because my life is extraordinary, but because I am able to see beauty in it, and that is what I’d like to share.
I sometimes forget about it, but one of my favourite books is actually Wyoming Summer, by Mary O’Hara. Though she is mostly famous for her Flicka trilogy (fiction), it is the account of her real life which has moved and inspired me the most. I don’t know if you’ve read it; if not, I think you would like it too.
Desarae
So true, and challenging. Your outfit is perfect- I adore the scarf and it ties in all of the colors you are wearing.