Now that I have finally graduated from college, I thought I might have more time and the inclination to write a few blogs. The truth though seems to be that I’m just not a blogger. I enjoy writing novels and pore over lengthy texts but a short piece never seems to be enticing enough and also much harder in my opinion; however, I thought my graduation would be news-worthy material to write about.

The commencement ceremony—although very long—was fun and an awesome experience. Since I didn’t grow up in the States, I haven’t had the opportunity to experience the education path from the beginning. Well, now I know at least the college part.
So, on to the next thing like writing more novels, and hopefully, more blogs.
Cheers.

For several weeks now, I told myself I wouldn’t decorate for Christmas. No tree. No lights. I don’t know why. I guess, I just didn’t feel like it.

Then semester break started, and I’ve finally had some time to tidy up around here, having neglected my place because of school and writing. Now with extra time on my hands, I set out to remedy the situation. Books were moved from one shelf to another. Some boxes were emptied, others were filled. Some things went to charity, some in the trash, and some books needed to go into storage. So, while I was at the storage unit, my Christmas tree and the box with decorations stood right by the door. Hmm! Seeing them there, they begged me to take them home. How could I say no? They were easily snatched up and whisked away.
Last night, I listened to Christmas songs while I set up the tree, decorating it with ornaments my parents had sent me over the years. It made me nostalgic and a little sad, but when it was all done and the lights were twinkling brightly, I was glad I had done it.

Some of the decoration is just cute, like the little Elven girl with a present in one hand. So, I drew a picture of her. Wishing you all a Merry One, Everyone.

Several weeks ago I purchased Walter Isaacson’s Leonardo da Vinci. It’s a thick hardcover, and I promised myself I would read it as soon as I had time to tackle the tome. One thing let to another, and I didn’t touch the book for many weeks, always telling myself I don’t have time for it right now. 

My reason for wanting to read Leonardo’s biography in the first place was the description of him as a curious, intelligent, self-taught, imaginative and creative man we all could learn from, a man who also had his shortcomings and quirks we could relate to. Leonardo loved learning and was a self-taught man. 

I, too, love learning. That’s what’s important to me. Somehow, I feel akin to him, because I feel like a kid when I open a new book, or find an interesting online tutorial, or when I can spend a whole Sunday afternoon drawing and painting in my studio or work on my novel. 

Returning to my story: Today, I decided, is the day to start reading the biography. My curiosity won’t let me rest until I find out more about Leonardo and what he was like, and all the things he did and created.

As I finally open the book and look at the included timeline, I see his date of birth: April 15, 1452. I did not know that. A coincidence? 

So today I celebrate Leonardo’s birthday, his curiosity, inquisitiveness, imagination, creativity and child-like soul.