Hello!
Welcome to my little
writing zone! I’m Rhiannon, but people call me Rhi. I finally did it – I set up
a blog. Those of you who’ve known me for some time, will know that I’ve always
wanted to start my own blog. I guess you’re thinking what on earth took me so
long to do it? Other than a sheer lack of time, the main reason why it took me
so long is because I lacked the courage. I almost always had an excuse. It all
seemed so intimidating and perhaps a little disconcerting – did I really want
to disclose myself in this way? To put it simply, no. What was holding me back?
Probably the fear of what people might think of me. Why are we as human beings
so inclined to think that others will care so much about our existence? It’s so
narcissistic and utterly ridiculous when you think about it. Taking this
observation on board, I realised that you’ll get absolutely nowhere in life if
you continuously allow fear to consume you. I tried to change my perspective and
in the process, noticed that it isn’t about me – it’s about my writing. And if
there’s one thing I’ve always known, it’s that I’ve had a burning desire to
write. Worries aside, along with a few words of encouragement (mostly from my dear
mother – who else?) and a couple of home truths (from my boyfriend - typical), La
Flâneuse made her debut. Et voilà!
In my experience, the
most challenging or perhaps frustrating part of starting a blog was coming up
with a name. For me, it had to be unique and it had to embody the essence of
the blog. Indecisive at the best of times, it was just easier to avoid the
topic entirely. This was a bad stance to take because it stopped me from biting
the bullet. Ironically, I ended up choosing a name that I’d considered years
prior. Torn between two, I opted for La Flâneuse. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, it all roots
back to the 19th century phenomenon of the flâneur – a male urban
explorer that is both stimulated and unsettled by the hustle and bustle of the
city. The flâneur was always a man, who was both a participant and an observer
of the urban spectacle. Female street wanderers were synonymous with vice and
degeneration, thought to be subjected to an unfortunate circumstance such as
homelessness or prostitution. Moving away from this idea, I like to consider
the flâneuse in the same manner as Virginia Woolf: a modern woman who ambles
the streets as she pleases. When wandering around the streets of London, I
often found myself embodying this figure. She is free to saunter around; free
to observe for herself – no longer shadowed by her male counterpart. To sum it
all up, I consider my blog to be a space in which I can amble and participate;
observe and express. From fashion and beauty to travel and lifestyle, I look
forward to writing about whatever stimulates my mind at that point. That’s the
beauty of strolling through life as a flâneuse.
So, there you have it –
my introductory blog. Thank you so much for reading! I hope to see you here
again soon.
Until next time,
R x
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