There was a time . . .
When life was simple, choices slim.
When decisions were easy, schedules flexed.
When writing was endless, thoughts abounding.
And then times changed.
At the end of last year, I wrote this post about growth. I talked about the good and bad things that shape the “times of our lives.” I talked about how we have a choice: When good times come, will we take them for granted, or will we appreciate them? When bad times come, will we moan and groan and complain about them, or will we stand up to them and learn from them?
We have a choice.
I said then that I hoped it would be a growing year for all of us, and I still do. It has definitely been a year of growth for me. This year I’ve faced numerous personal demons, applied to and been rejected by journalism graduate school, realized I don’t want to study journalism after all, turned 29, run my first half marathon, grown my blog, discovered I am a poet, worked numerous odd jobs, and much, much more. And while some of these challenges may seem minimal compared to the trials of living abroad, they are struggles nonetheless that have shaped the person that I am and the future I am creating. It hasn’t all been easy, but it’s all been worth it. After all, if you’re not growing, what are you doing?
“Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation . . . even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.” — Leonardo da Vinci
“Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.” — Nelson Mandela
And as for these changed times? Let’s just say it’ll be one to two posts per week from here on out. I’ve realized I can’t pump quality blog posts out at a higher rate than that unless I become a blogger full-time. And, unfortunately, I don’t see that happening any time soon — unless any of you want to start paying to read my writing? Haha. Didn’t think so!! ;)
Happy December, Everyone!