I wanted to take a moment to pause and reflect on what this space is and has meant to me. Kind of like a mid-point check in.
First of all, thank you to anyone who has read even one of these posts. Sometimes, my writings feel like a shot in the dark. Often, I just need to write it down so I can put it to rest in my mind. But to know that someone reads anything I’ve put out, really means everything. I’ve had some incredible one-on-one conversations with people who’ve felt a connection to the experiences I share. And this is more than I could’ve hoped for.
This blog has been a tumultuous journey of “collecting, sorting, and storing [memories] with the intention of holding on to the good things for the journey up yonder” (Megan Devine). When I began, I was dealing with a very recent separation from the person I thought I’d spend my life with. Added to that, I had moved back home for the first time in 8 years, jobless and completely lost. Together, these were (and still are) very traumatic and dislodging experiences. I looked around and I felt like I was sitting on square one. Probably even negative one.
But it has been a really liberating and strangely natural experience of sharing my personal journey on these pages. What began as an act of self preservation, has become an act of self care and self reflection.
What I’ve learned is that it’s okay to still be in search of my joy. I will find it. Or more likely, it will find me.
When I first began this blog, I wasn’t sure what I wanted it to be, I just knew I was no longer afraid to share my voice. If anything, I hope that’s what you take from it: that you’re no longer afraid of anything. Heartbreak. Returning home. Unemployment. Failure. Zombies. None of these things will end you (except for zombies, obviously). So gather your pieces, and continue on…
You have my unending support.
“Be brave enough to break your own heart.” – Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
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