As an introduction

I have to confess that, for me, getting started is, perhaps, one of the most difficult tasks. It requires certain preparation, certain knowledge. Along the way, there will be blows, falls, detours and potholes. Getting rid of the fears that come with a new beginning. But, the hardest thing to do (or so it seems to me) is starting over. Trying to do something from scratch is to renounce the already known paths. At best, the knowledge of certain experiences lived previously could dampen blows or avoid falls. But, when the new obstacles are totally unexpected, there is only left the motto to “let yourself flow”, because life goes on. So let's flow. This is, if my calculations don’t fail me, the third time I start from scratch.

This is the third blog that I create as a habit, for training my writing muscle. The previous ones had various limitations for which I couldn’t keep on with them. The first attempt, which was a shared site, it became a titanic task to combine three minds on a single project. We lacked hands, we lacked greater will and time. The second, which had a thematic similar to this one, was tasteless, it had neither head nor feet. I wanted to tell my daily life, but something was missing, maybe a better muse. A big part of the problem that led me to abandon these projects was my zip code.

I am Mexican, but since three years ago I have lived outside my country. I emigrated to the north, to be precise to Sweden. My new life had brought many things with it, which I will probably share on another occasion. At the moment, as an introduction, I could leave it by stating that the calamities were greater than the bliss. Family’s curse.

Getting started is, perhaps, one of the tasks that amuses me the most. To risk everything, All-in. To change the old habits for new ones. To get rid of the routine and create a new one. The butterflies come back and flutter. They make from your body their temple. To be able to learn new things while being old. Today, everything is new and everything is magic. It is true that there are still sores and bruises of the punches from the previous time, now I know that I must go with more caution. With no hurries. And, above all, with tons, tons of patience, which is what I have learned the most along these years. Today is almost a month of my arrival to the land of ice and snow. And today I start this new cyber narrative adventure. As an introduction, this is me. My name is Erandi, I'm 27 years old, which sometimes feels 10 some other times feels 80. I write for the love of art. I married an Icelandic man, which relatively explains why I moved to Iceland. La Island is a personal project that I’ve been planning since we made the decision to move here.