One Year Later
It has been one full year since I’ve launched this blog. I’ve been writing for as long as I could remember. In fact, as soon as we could cognitively understand how to read and write, my dad would take my brother and me to Borders every year to buy a new journal. He told us it that was important to write so that we could remember and reflect. We wrote in it every night. Of course as a kid, I found it to be the most tedious and meaningless chore. He even checked it every night before we were allowed to turn on the tv. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing or reflecting or remembering. It was as routine as brushing your teeth or having your morning coffee. However, in my adolescent years and even more so in recent years, it’s become comfortable, familiar, therapeutic even. Like sitting on the same spot on your favorite couch every night, watching your favorite movie over and over, draping yourself under a soft, heavy blanket. I suppose this explains why I’m so nostalgic, so reflective, almost always having an answer for exactly how I’m feeling. They say that INFJs are both thinkers are feelers-highly analytical, but deeply driven by emotion and intuition. Writing makes moments feel more meaningful. It tracks progress, encourages growth, and shows you how far you’ve come.
So thank you. Thank you to those of you who have read, cared, and encouraged me in this tracking of progress, in my overly reflective paragraphs of both celebrations and losses, in your displayed interest of my recent musings and entertainment, in my long winded sharing of trips I’ve taken and people I’ve seen. When I started this blog, I was at a very different place in life, confused as ever I might add. But I knew that I was writing for me. Not for any sort of recognition or attention. It was just a place to scribble down some thoughts and push me to take more photos. But as the year progressed, this blog landed me in new friendships, heavy and honest conversations, but most of all it accomplished its original intent- which was to keep creating and to keep documenting the beautiful and messy parts of this mundane life that never needed to be extravagant to feel extravagant.
So once again, thank you for reading. Thank you for following along. And thank you dearly, from the bottom of my heart for being a part of this monumental year. Cheers, my friends!!