Dear owls,
First and foremost, thank you for being a platform to understand myself and life. I'm proud of myself and my younger self for resting a nest on the internet, calling it home.
This blog may have started out as a dream that an opportunity would come by and I would get famous, but truthfully, this blog is more important than stardom and fame. This blog is my heart's home. It's a place I slip out of my tight shoes, put on a robe, tie up my hair and enter another planet. It's different having a place to tell your own stories, tell whichever stories you want. I'm very appreciative of the places I've gone, the people I've met, the childhood that lead me to this adult life.
I'm 22 right now. I feel 22. I feel great. Writing on my blog after such a long time feels like entering your childhood room after leaving your parent's house after moving out. It feels like you've gone through so much, but also that everything's still okay. A blog is so powerful. A place to tell my story. A place to read my past. A place to call my own. To decorate. In a world of Instagram, Twitter and the Kardashians, I've got a home here.
The other day I landed on my blog and realized the HTML coding edited out my playlist, it broke my heart. Got it back up. It reminded me of the whole "coding" phase. Gosh, it just feels refreshing to know I went through all these different moments. I'm in such a different place in my life right now and it doesn't necessarily mean I'm better or worse - it's just different and I am immensely blessed. Everything I am going through is a blessing. I am extremely connected to my inner voice. I can hear myself clearly. I understand what I need and what others around me want, without me having to ask them.
Growing up, I was a very confused little girl. I didn't know how to get where I wanted to be, but I always knew I was destined for great things. Right now, despite my chirpy tone, things aren't exactly in the best place they can be. I still feel blessed. I still genuinely feel happy.
I guess for a while, for now, that's all that matters.
Yours with an odd childhood reminiscing,
Me.
First and foremost, thank you for being a platform to understand myself and life. I'm proud of myself and my younger self for resting a nest on the internet, calling it home.
This blog may have started out as a dream that an opportunity would come by and I would get famous, but truthfully, this blog is more important than stardom and fame. This blog is my heart's home. It's a place I slip out of my tight shoes, put on a robe, tie up my hair and enter another planet. It's different having a place to tell your own stories, tell whichever stories you want. I'm very appreciative of the places I've gone, the people I've met, the childhood that lead me to this adult life.
I'm 22 right now. I feel 22. I feel great. Writing on my blog after such a long time feels like entering your childhood room after leaving your parent's house after moving out. It feels like you've gone through so much, but also that everything's still okay. A blog is so powerful. A place to tell my story. A place to read my past. A place to call my own. To decorate. In a world of Instagram, Twitter and the Kardashians, I've got a home here.
The other day I landed on my blog and realized the HTML coding edited out my playlist, it broke my heart. Got it back up. It reminded me of the whole "coding" phase. Gosh, it just feels refreshing to know I went through all these different moments. I'm in such a different place in my life right now and it doesn't necessarily mean I'm better or worse - it's just different and I am immensely blessed. Everything I am going through is a blessing. I am extremely connected to my inner voice. I can hear myself clearly. I understand what I need and what others around me want, without me having to ask them.
Growing up, I was a very confused little girl. I didn't know how to get where I wanted to be, but I always knew I was destined for great things. Right now, despite my chirpy tone, things aren't exactly in the best place they can be. I still feel blessed. I still genuinely feel happy.
I guess for a while, for now, that's all that matters.
Yours with an odd childhood reminiscing,
Me.
