They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Even if they are only each worth fifty, I thought I’d share some photos to sum up some of the summer and my experiences of 2018, thus far. It has been a good year, full of growth, change, adjustment, and acceptance. Most of all, it has been a happy six months.
I am blessed. I hope others have the opportunity to live life this fully, as well.
Here are the keys to my happiness. Perhaps they will guide others to find their own. Continue reading “Thousand-Word Images”
It’s been a while. It’s been long enough for me to briefly lose ownership of this website because I forgot to renew it and to not even realize. It’s been one summer semester and two school semesters. It’s been family vacations, holidays, explorations, new jobs, new friends, old friends, and a ton of other adventures and experiences.
I think I stopped writing because I didn’t have anything to say. Then, I had too much to say. Next, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. And then, I wasn’t sure what I needed to say. Now, I don’t have anything I need to say, I have a lot I want to say, and I know I probably could say nothing at all, or say too much all at once.
Here’s what I will say:
The past year has been everything I needed and nothing I expected. I always hoped to find purpose and meaning. I always hoped to stay in my life long enough to find that. I always hoped life would be the answer, if I could just live long enough. This year, I did.
A few days ago, I wrote for someone about my search for meaning and realized that there are a lot of things I’ve learned that might be valuable to someone else and worthwhile to offer to a greater audience.
Continue reading “A Word from 2017”
On Sunday, I woke up in pain. On Monday, I woke up without an appendix.
There’s this weird thing that happens when you’re going too fast in life, where life forces you to slow down. I’ve found this to be true on several occasions, but my recent stint at the hospital and the lagging recovery has reminded me of this way the universe seems to work.
This semester has been hard for me thus far. It has also been great. I’ve been trying to strike a balance between engaging in all the things in my life that keep me motivated while also making sure they don’t deplete me. It’s been new and challenging. I’ve had to reorganize myself and walk the learning curve that comes with my new position on the newspaper while still fully participating in my recovery, my self-care, and my life, otherwise.
Continue reading “Apples to Appys”
Though slightly delayed in writing, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the new year. Prior to it arriving, I began to explore how I wanted to address 2016 and the implications of the change in date. I find that most people, myself included, head in one of two directions when it comes to the holiday. There are those who thrive on resolutions – the type who post on all social media outlets about the goals in mind that will come into play once January 1st hits – and then there are those who find the emphasis on the date a pointless and harmful marketing technique to get individuals to find their flaws and invest in unnecessary purchases that will be forgotten within the first month of the new year.
For most of my childhood, I was of the first group. I loved staying up until the ball dropped, decked out in every New Years accessory that could be found, giving kisses to any nearby party-goer. As I grew up, I was similarly excited and motivated by the idea of transforming for the new year. I set goals and, like most who set them, let them go over time, later only distantly remembering the images I had conjured up when picturing a new me on the last New Years Eve.
However, over the last quarter or so of my life, I have more aptly subscribed to the second group. In my attempts to be a self-loving, self-accepting, body-positive feminist, I have read more articles and listened to more speeches supporting the concept that New Years resolutions are a scam. I’ve heard numerous anecdotes revealing individual downfalls resulting from unreasonable goals set on the holiday, pressured by society. And, I have seen my own let-down when each January rolled around and I would come to the realization that the person I thought for sure I’d be by that time the year prior, I was not.
Continue reading “Hello, From the Same Side”