"I feel like if I blog after college I either have to blog about crafting, fashion, or babies. I don't want to blog about any of those things. And so I'm silent" - an old friend
I'm not sure how to begin. Because I don't know what I want to say yet.
I've really missed this.
My life this year has brought changes that probably take place over the course of several years.
Graduation. Marriage. Moving cross country. Working full time.
My life last year was mornings blogging at coffeehouses, late nights writing papers for English, pining after the boy snail, knowing we would be together soon.
And yet, I was comfortable with myself in those times. I was happy with my coffee in the morning and the click of my keyboard as I spilled out my thoughts to nobody in particular.
I was happy being with myself.
I haven't really been alone since I graduated. Don't get me wrong, it's been really wonderful. Getting married, I can't even tell you...
...Isaac is my best friend. He will always be my best friend. I struggle with words to express exactly how in love I am, that he is now dedicated to walking by my side for the rest of our time.
But somewhere, I lost being with myself.
Consider this an experiment. Consider this a new start. Consider it whatever you want...but most of all, consider me. Consider me a believer. A dreamer. Someone who still believes in magic and laughter and sprinkles on ice cream.
Consider the autumn that surrounds you and consider coffeehouses to be the best source of medicine.
Consider how your heart beats faster when you find a piece of home in a place you didn't expect.
Consider the leaves changing and the evident hand of God's paintbrush.
Consider what you once believed, that growing up would be an awfully big adventure. Consider "what would Peter do?"
Consider yourself lucky. Because no matter how you change, no matter who comes in and out of your life, if you can learn to be with yourself...it'll never be too lonely.
Location: One More Cup