I’ve been wanting to blog for a while. Scratch that. I’ve been wanting to write for a while.

The thing is, my handwriting is… unique. A subject of ridicule among family and friends. My grandmother started the “acknowledgement”, complete with sideways glances and cackling. I would have been fine with continued ignorance of the topic. I actually kind of like my penmanship. But yes, I also find it difficult to read at times.

And so I type. Which means either keeping an electronic journal or blogging. Although I’m wary of my tendency to seek validation from a forum as expansive as the internet, it is WAY more fun to compose with a value of entertainment in mind. And so I blog.

Part of the reason I hadn’t been able to initiate the process, however, is the fact that I had a blog a few years ago. It served me well, reflects that portion of my life perfectly… and yet completely fails to resonate with where I am, now. But I LOVED the blog. And God knows it will take me forever to establish any kind of design to a new space, as I’ve since lost all knowledge of even the most minute coding. (Another point of ridicule is my ineptitude with technological… everything. I am your personal prehistoric!)

So I needed a new blog. And it needed an identity.

In my days of formal education, I was never able to embark upon a paper or story without the perfect opening bit (what is that first paragraph called, again?). Even if the end product was multiple pages/single-spaced and required citings and all other sorts of technicalities that I am now thankful to have no relationship with, I could knock the whole thing out in hours flat if those first few sentences fell into place.

As I considered what I would be writing and how I would go about doing that, AUTHENTICITY came up as a key term. Yes, yes… but not just that (she thinks, digging deeper) There’s something else… WHY?

Because I’m off track. Because I’ve been off track for a while, now. The joy has been waining – but I’m only interested in that anymore as much as it helps me get somewhere else. (Finally!) So how do I get to that place? Back to that place?

Return. That was it.

The rubble of recent days isn’t my scene – and however I got here is a path mistaken. It’s time to turn on my heels and dig myself out. Dust off the light that is mine and see how it shines in the skin I’m now in. Rediscover who I am in relation to all the things I proclaim to hold dear, and make a life out of what gives me the same in return.

That made sense to me. And sounded like an excavation.

ar•chae•ol•o•gy
noun \ˌär-kē-ˈä-lə-jē\
Definition of ARCHAEOLOGY
1: the scientific study of material remains (as fossil relics, artifacts, and monuments) of past human life and activities
2: remains of the culture of a people

This is An Archaeology of One.