It’s been two years since I first decided to start this blog. I originally started it because I just like to talk about myself. I struggle with keeping myself accountable with things and this blog has been something I don’t normally keep up with, but that’s fine with me.
I never want writing on here to seem like a chore, so I only write when I have inspiration strikes which is never (LOL). But the beginning of a new year always stirs something in me. I got to thinking about all that happened these past 365 days and how different my life has been since this time last year.
I’ve experienced so much change this year. My sisters, my first two friends I ever made, both got into committed relationships and one became a mother. These has been a transitionary period for the three of us. We’ve gone from spending every day together to living separately. Now, I know what y’all are thinking…I’ve got some attachment issues. It’s been weird seeing my sisters go off and make their own lives while I’ve been sitting here feeling like I’m doing absolutely nothing with my own. I’ve played it cool the past year, acting like it wasn’t affecting me losing my sisters and the normal routine I’ve had my last 22 years of life. It wasn’t until I saw the new adaptation of Little Women that I bawled my eyes out in the theater when (SPOILER ALERT) Meg got married and Jo tried to convince her to run away that I realized just how much I was holding in about missing my sisters. I mean, Jo loved her sisters and didn’t want them being separated and leading separate lives. If Jo and I had it our ways, our sisters would stay with us forever and we’d continue playing house for the rest of our lives.
However, there is a positive to these extreme changes in my life. What was once my family of five is now a family of eight, and of course we’ll only get bigger as my sisters build their own families.
My nephew is one of the best things to happen to us. While I would never personally procreate, he’s always such a happy baby that he inspires me to look at life through new eyes. (I would never actually tell him this because then his big ass head would just get bigger.)
2019 will forever be a memorable year for my family and for me. While I miss what used to be, I know the coming year and the coming decade only has endless possibilities for us. This is the year I graduate and end an 18-year long educational journey, and I’ll be heading out into the very real world of public relations. While this past year showed me I have severe attachment issues and am not at all capable of accepting rapid change, it’s also helped me cope with the changes I’ll have to deal with this coming year professionally, personally, and emotionally.
I hope you all had a fabulous new year and wish you a happy 2020 filled with countless blessings.
Thanks for enduring this rambling post that only proves how much of an oversharer I am.