I said at the beginning of this blog that it would be a train wreck of a blog, and that’s been somewhat true. To be fair, the last couple of months have been crazy. I’ve grown a lot closer to God and to my friends and family in this season. Right now I’m coming to the end of day one of quarantine, which is kind of weird. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. I’m missing out on a lot, it feels like, but at the same time, it’s not the worst that could happen.
it feels nice to be writing again. I miss it, to be honest. For a while I became stuck in a rut in which I was writing solely for a class, and that’s stifling to inspiration. Not to say that it doesn’t teach me to grow and learn and become a better writer, but sometimes I feel that it’s making me into someone that I’m not. I think for a long time, I would always wait for the right time to start something new in my life. Waiting for symmetry and organisation, trying to polish ideas to perfection, always waiting for the right moment that will never come.
and yet there’s never going to be that perfect moment, that one magical point in time where everything snaps into place. It’s not going to happen. You have to make that happen for yourself. I dream and aspire to do so many things, watching other people my age going out and doing crazy things and thinking to myself, “I should do that sometime.” But I never will if I wait until I think I’m ready
You can’t wait until your life is perfect to make a move. Your life will never be perfect, and if you keep waiting, well then maybe you never do anything. Don’t be afraid to jump in the deep end. It’s going to be messy, humbling, and discouraging at times. But you never know what might happen if you try.
While I’m stuck inside my own little bubble right now, I don’t want to waste anything. I’ll be using it. Maybe it’s past time to start some of those things that I’ve been putting off doing for ages because I’m too scared to start. I’ve been blessed beyond my wildest dreams with time. Every second that I get to be here, alive, is a blessing. It would be a pity to waste any more time. Life is far too short to let the fear of failure hold you back. You may fail. Everyone does. But don’t let that stop you from getting right back up and trying again and again.
Don’t spend your whole life locked inside a bubble where you know it’s safe. There’s so much more outside to explore.
Some people spend their whole lives counting dollars. I want to be counting stars.
The Treehouse 