Remember that one time I wrote about the importance of journaling? Well friends, while I’ve been very bad at talking to you, I’ve been really good at talking to myself over the last year. Often times, I write and write and write and rarely look back. Each entry usually ends with me figuring it out or making a decision or realizing that I have something else I need to be doing. But this morning, as I was sitting on my living room floor, drinking my 5th iced matcha tea latte of the week, I decided to look.
The human psyche is a peculiar thing. Sometimes we forget how much we know about ourselves. Really, we’re the experts on our own lives. We are the keepers of the lessons and the dictators of what we do after they’re learned.
Last September, I took a dive into “Morning Pages,” which is essentially a journaling practice that involves writing stream of conscious style for three full pages as soon as you wake up in the morning. This kick started the habit and since then, I’ve written short and long entries about everything under the sun. One in particular, written on December 31st, listed 12 lessons that I learned in 2016. What little did I know about what would come my way.
These past 8 months have been nothing short of dramatic. Despite my absence on Sense of Sunny, my thoughts have often come back to this place. I intentionally took a posting hiatus to stay better connected with my IRL life, but I have not stopped writing. Like any writer, I have drafts and lists and unfinished thoughts weaved through out my phone, my notebooks, my journal and my Google Drive. Since the very beginning, I’ve wanted to use this space as any good blogger would–to use the perspective I’ve gained from my own experiences to help other people make better choices for themselves. But sometimes, it takes you 8 months to gain perspective, to gather the pieces and arrange them for all they’re worth.
In the spirit of drama, I have to admit that my presence here today was fueled by the last week of unfortunate events in my life. The week started with me getting hit in the clavicle by a fly ball and ended with my poor car getting hit by an inattentive driver. My knack for positivity allows me to find comedic relief in it all, but a crappy thing is a crappy thing, no matter how you look at it. I decided to stay home today to watch the rain fall down my window and drink my weight in tea. Which brings me to the re-discovery of my December 31st journal entry. Today isn’t the start of a New Year, or even a new week. But, I have a sneaking suspicion that no matter what day of the year it is, you could use a little advice or a new day or a new thought or a new friend to tell you that life is hard, but you can do hard things. Here I am to be all of that for you. Welcome back.