100

This is my 100th post. I’m trying to decide how I feel about that. It seems silly and narcissistic to say, “oh, look how far I’ve come.” Of course, that would be true, but who hasn’t changed in the last 4(ish) years? We’ve all come far whether it’s documented on a blog or not. But, I’m going to a ramble on about my feelings anyway, because somehow, after 100 blog posts, I still have a lot to say.

I don’t do a lot of internal retrospection (oh god, I’m clearly an English major). Mostly I think about how my surroundings have changed. Physical sensations are huge triggers for me. Smell can transport me anywhere in the world and so can sounds. 100 posts ago, I was sitting in my dorm room in Milledgeville, GA, probably alone, probably at 3 am, probably eating peanut butter. I was a nursing major who had decided to never get married. I was taking an English 1101 class with a cute, young, creative writing graduate student as a teacher, and that class would change my life forever (I hope the instrumental music that you are listening to swelled at that moment). “Take a leaf of paper, draw your mind.” It’s a line from a manchester orchestra song, and with that line in my head and a domain name all my own, I started writing.

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Lately I’ve been working on my personal statement for my grad school essays. In it, I talk about how I stumbled into being a writer. Like I said, I was a nursing major. And then I was an early childhood education major. And then I was an english secondary education major. And then I was almost a journalism major. And then (and only then, because I had so many english credits that I had to stay as some kind of english major) I changed my major to creative writing. And now apparently I’m like a writer or something. This is a hard fact to realize, because, firstly, I don’t feel nearly good enough, and secondly, I never thought I would want to be a writer. But here I am now, and I love it.

DSC_0319I’m 22 now, and that sounds adultish, but I feel so incredibly young. I think that the older I get, the more I realize that I have nothing figured out. When I decided on my major, or dated boys, or thought about my future as an 18 and 19 year old, I thought I knew what I was doing. I was so sure I knew what I wanted. I was an “adult,” after all. But I didn’t have a clue. And I still don’t have a clue, I’m just aware of it now. I don’t think this is a bad place to be. I’m young and I know it. I’m not sure what I want out of relationships or out of my education, and I certainly don’t know what to expect for the future. But I like being unsure, because it feels like anything could happen. It also leaves room for mistakes, and I need that.

So this is post 100. My location is not so different now than what it was. I’m still a student, and I still eat a lot of peanut butter. I know less about my future now then I did 100 posts ago, but I’m ok with that. I feel like my life and my heart are wide open, and I think that I owe some that to all this writing that I’ve done. It’s taught me to be vulnerable and empathetic and to not be judgemental. It’s opened me up to so much love. I’m so thankful to Jesus for bringing my heart to this place. I’m so thankful to writing for giving me a voice. And I’m thankful to all of you (there’s like more than 3 of you now!) for being the perfect readers. Happy 100th.

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2 thoughts on “100

  1. I just bought a jar of peanut butter for the first time in 3 years! Pb and J all the way! 100 posts is pretty damn good. Lots of people ditch blogging pretty quickly. Once you stop writing for yourself it is the beginning of the end. That’s my opinion anyway.

    1. Morgana

      I still read your blog!! Miss you and thinking about how 2 years ago we were figuring out this life stuff together <3 Even if it was just what snacks we were going to eat that day :-)

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