What’s in a name?

I muse. I am not A muse. I am a muser (look it up… I dictionary-dot-commed it). I think this means I like to think alot. About stuff.

Friends. Family. Environment. Traveling. Music. My future. My past. Education. Health. Sport. Politics (sometimes). Culture. Media.

You see the problem is, I think I want to be a journalist. So instead of just thinking, I should be writing. But I get distracted. By stuff.

Friends. Family. Work. Music. Traveling. Relaxing. Internet. Reading. Spending time with a certain someone.

I thought about calling this blog ‘distracted musings.’ But then that wouldn’t really make sense… because the stuff that would be on here would be musings from when I wasn’t distracted. And I don’t think stracted is a word. Nope… the red squiggly line tells me so.

So I called it musing practice. There is no one called mu who needs to practice her singing (see what I did there?). Just a girl, thinking about being her potential future as a journalist… who needs to write those thoughts down.