If you have kept up with me at all, you’ve noticed I have taken quite the hiatus.
And if you haven’t kept up… well… you’re missing out. (Add winky face)
I lost sight of why I write. I started this blog to add to resumes and hopefully get some followers; prove to potential employers I can keep up with writing while entertaining a loyal audience.
But that’s not why I write.
I write simply because I love writing. I love placing words on paper (it’s a screen these days I know). I love getting my emotions out, in the open, not hiding from my true self. I love my confessions and candid thought process. I love not giving a shit, and writing whatever the hell comes to mind.
That’s why I write.
It’s the end of the year and if you’ve been keeping up with me (winky face), I’ve clearly failed at my new years resolution to get in the habit of writing.
That doesn’t mean my year was a total loss, and that doesn’t mean I should give up on that resolution now.
I’m sad 2013 is coming to an end, because this has been a wonderful year; I have this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach thinking about my life these past 12 months.
But then I REALLY thought about everything that has happened this year…
And to be honest, I’ve been challenged more in 2013 than ever before. I have experienced quite a few low points (this part I prefer not to be so candid), but for some reason I reflected on this year as one of the best years of my life.
2013 wasn’t a great year because of things I’ve done, experienced, or achieved. 2013 was a great year because I stayed positive. Everything that went wrong this year I saw a brighter side to. I chose for this year to be a good year.
I’m 27 years old, I’m loving the person that I am becoming (I’m still discovering exactly who that is). I’ve never been more confident, felt sexier, been more appreciative of the people in my life, or been more positive. I’m loving every mundane, depressing, difficult, stressful, moment of my life. I have so much growing to do, and I’m excited to embrace the challenges coming ahead.
I share this because it’s easy to categorize a particular moment(s) into an extended time frame (bare with me, I haven’t written in awhile (add frowny face)).
We all have those mornings where we say to ourselves “this is going to be a terrible day.” And then we let our day be terrible because of that ONE moment. Then there’s those months where we say “it’s just one (bad) thing after another.” And suddenly it turns into a year: a fucking year! (remember the candid part? I’m sorry guys, but this is how I really talk). A year of just terribleness.
And I had no idea “terribleness” was a word until no-red line came underneath it while typing.
My point is, make today what you want to make of it. Make this month what you want to make of it. Make this year what you want to make of it! It’s not always going to be easy, it’s not always going to be fun, but it’s going to be a story, and it’s going to be your story.
In my opinion, that’s always a good reason to stay positive.