I don’t know why I don’t write more often on here. I always want to. Every time I have a free moment of thought I wish my hands were touching a keyboard because my mind is flooded with ideas, commentary, puns, thoughts, conversation. When I finally get to the point of sitting down and trying to grind out those previous thoughts they have left me and I end up talking about how I just don’t write anymore. What a sad cycle. I am committed to breaking it. I need a tiny little notebook to jot down thoughts so I can effectively come back to them.
I am being taught by everyone around me it seems. I don’t know if my mind has been turned on by my recent return to the land of academia, but I am constantly discovering new. A few shout-outs, (because that is what I do…) Theresa Rowland, one of my Liberal Studies professors, is continually teaching me to challenge every social/habitual norm that is set before me, also, to always demand social change. Eric Kuiper, a friend and teacher in many ways, for teaching me to see and hear story in an entire new light. Ally Jester and Jill DeVries, two dear friends, for engaging in meaningful, challenging and purposeful dialogue that is headed somewhere and makes us better for each other and better for this world. Eva Teresa, a new-found friend, for showing me how to expand my mind and view of diversity, for challenging me on difficult topics.
I was talking with a friend the other day, looking through some pictures of my travels, and realized that all of that happened over a year ago. For the longest time I was saying, a year ago I was in New Zealand, or a year ago I was in Cambodia, but now that is over. I can’t believe time has passed by so quickly. I love relating that time to now. I can’t help but wonder how that will continue to unfold. I am still learning from all of the experiences that happened then. When I was right in the middle of that I never thought that I would be where I am now but I couldn’t be happier with my state of community and of progression each day.
Although I have never been so tired, I am enjoying this new pattern I have discovered. I just realized I haven’t taken my shoes off since 7 am this morning and it is now 7:14 p.m. That may be normal for some, but has never been normal for me. I don’t mind it. My mom recently sent me a forward of “funny adult phrases” and one said, “I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least a little bit tired.” I have never related to this more-so than I do right now. Although consistently tired, I have never felt so accomplished or productive with my days.
So, here’s to blogging, writing and sharing! May I do it often, do it well and do it forevermore!