Oopsie, guess who forgot their blog anniversary.
Surprise, it was me.
One of the things I love most about having a blog, is that I can look back on things that have happened. And I do this a lot. Not because I’m stuck in the past (because lord knows I’m usually stuck planning for the future), but because it can be really fun, helpful and eye-opening.
It’s funny, when I wrote my blog anniversary post last year, I felt like the whole year had been sunshine and butterflies. This year, however, was definitely not. And you know what? That’s okay. Being human means having to struggle sometimes.
So maybe it took moving twice, but now I have an apartment that really feels like ours.
And maybe it meant having a total identity crisis, but graduating college and working at the mall definitely gave me a reality check.
And made me really appreciate my college experience, even if I didn’t join a sorority, or graduate at the top of my class or figure out exactly what I wanted to do with my degree.
And maybe it took having a soul-sucking job and two months of being terrifyingly unemployed but now I have a job I kinda like.
And that gives me an excuse to shop for nice clothes
And maybe it took training for and running a half marathon to make me realize I don’t want to run one this year, and to realize that running when your heart isn’t in it, just isn’t worth it.
And that goes for all things, not just running.
And maybe it took not having to read, to make me realize just how much I miss reading when it’s not part of my daily agenda.
And maybe it took going outside my comfort zone, but I realized I’m capable of some things I never thought I was capable of.
Baking with yeast is definitely one of those things. And maybe this deserves its own post, but I seriously feel like I’ve broken out of my shell this year. And for someone who has been shy all her life, this is huge.
And maybe it took some butter and sugar and a lot of letting go, but I found a balance between healthy living and giving in to treats. And this project really helped me discover a writing style that felt 100% genuine, honest and real.
And maybe it took some guts, but I’m so glad I wrote this post.
And maybe it wasn’t the most responsible decision, considering I was jobless and running low on money, but I don’t regret this vacation for a single second.
Or really any experience that brings me closer to my family.
And maybe it took a misshapen pizza, a gnocchi disaster and flat cookies to realize not every recipe can turn out perfect and the ones that don’t usually make for a better story and sometimes taste like a masterpiece anyways.
And lastly, I’d like to think my photos have gotten better too
So regardless of whether this blogging year was perfect or not, I’m so glad I took the time to write about it all.