This blog has always been a bit of a safe place for me. With
minimal readers, I have the opportunity to share my thoughts and
insignificant life moments without worrying if I’m wasting someone’s time. At the same time, there are just enough of you that I don’t feel like a crazy
person talking to myself.
I've been trying to post more on instagram since I have more family on that site. As a result, I have kind of neglected updating my blog. (Perhaps I will
screenshot my Instagram posts just to connect everything that has happened in
the last four-five months?) It's been good, however; I've missed this blog. When I hop on here to write, I see the most genuine side of myself. Consequently, the
people who stumble upon the website and follow along, know me in a very authentic
way. Although there is fewer traffic, aan therefore fewer connections with individuals, they go a lot deeper. (So thank you, friends!)
Yesterday, I was feeling particularly lost with living in a new place. I randomly opened my blog and read some posts that just made me smile- typos, bad pictures, dorky jokes and all. Despite their shortcomings, the posts transported me to a place in time that meant something to me. While reading, I remembered although not everything was perfect in my life while I was recording the memories; I was so grateful I took time to write about the things that brought my joy and hope at the time. Even months later, they still bring me joy! As I read, I recognized parts of me that I have neglected, and I felt brought back to a place of purpose. I felt at home again reading a piece I wrote months ago. This mini-Sunday afternoon read session helped me dive back into my present life with a new resolve. I recognized someday, I would reflect back on this time, and I'll genuinely miss the good things that are currently happening around me. I realized how worth it is to write the small insignificant moments because to me they actually aren't insignificant at all, they are moments that represent a life I am very grateful I get to live.
Yesterday, I was feeling particularly lost with living in a new place. I randomly opened my blog and read some posts that just made me smile- typos, bad pictures, dorky jokes and all. Despite their shortcomings, the posts transported me to a place in time that meant something to me. While reading, I remembered although not everything was perfect in my life while I was recording the memories; I was so grateful I took time to write about the things that brought my joy and hope at the time. Even months later, they still bring me joy! As I read, I recognized parts of me that I have neglected, and I felt brought back to a place of purpose. I felt at home again reading a piece I wrote months ago. This mini-Sunday afternoon read session helped me dive back into my present life with a new resolve. I recognized someday, I would reflect back on this time, and I'll genuinely miss the good things that are currently happening around me. I realized how worth it is to write the small insignificant moments because to me they actually aren't insignificant at all, they are moments that represent a life I am very grateful I get to live.
So. Hello- I’m back to blogging, I think. Are “Sorry I've been gone, I'll be better” posts tacky? I don’t know- also don’t care I guess; because, perhaps
I’ll read this post sometime in the future and it will motivate me to keep on
typing. It may not mean anything to anyone, but I'm learning it means a whole lot me.
1 comment:
I just love this! Isn't it crazy how the small and simple things really do make up the BIG things? Life is good :)
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