Reflecting on the past year

While I was driving to work the other morning I started to think a lot about the past year.

I graduated from university with a joint major in Sociology and Gender and Women’s Studies, I went backpacking in Europe for a month with three very close friends, traveled to Australia with my family, moved back home, started working in a warehouse (that one not so exciting), and many other smaller, but precious, moments with family and friends.

Overall a pretty epic year, in my opinion.

Working in a warehouse is not the most rewarding job, so I find reflecting extremely useful when I hit a low point in my journey. Specifically, reflecting on how I have changed this past year.

Learning to love me again

At the end of 2013 I got out of a pretty serious relationship, which frankly, did not end very well. I won’t get into the details, but I will say that by the end of 2013, I was in a pretty rough place.

I needed to fall back in love with myself.

And I think I definitely made headway into that place. I am much more comfortable in my own skin, I am no longer super concerned about my weight, my hair, my skin, my clothes.

Now don’t get me wrong, I like being strong, healthy, and feeling and looking good. But I am less focused on those things. I realize that I am much more than a number on a scale, or my jean size.

I am a kind, passionate, complicated human being, that just wants to make the most out of her life.

Living beyond my comfort zone

My time in Europe, while short, had quite the impact. I was forced out of my comfort zone, and forced to be more open-minded. In my first hostel in Stockholm, Sweden, I introduced myself to a group of strangers and asked if I could join them for tea. I was there with two of my friends, whom at this point were Skyping their family or friends, and I was left alone. I could either sit in the kitchen by myself or just ask this group of people if I could join them. And so I did.

And I am happy I did. They were such an interesting group of people. All with really unique stories. As I look back now, I can see that if I hadn’t have forced myself to say hi to these people, I would have had a boring first night in the hostel. But instead I had a night filled with laughs, and lots of tea.

Why I decided to write this blog

I apologize at this point, because I feel as though this post has no structure.

For the past few months I have been thinking about starting a blog to just have an outlet to write things down. The idea came to me since I started working at the warehouse. As I don’t get much mental stimulation, I wanted a place where I could put some thoughts down.

I was always too afraid to post anything. Thinking that people will hate my writing or that people just won’t care what I have to say. Then about a month ago I read an article which forced me to stop making excuses about things that I want to do but was too afraid of trying.

So I bit the bullet. I did it. I created my first post, and I am learning the ropes of the blogging world. It is definitely a lot more challenging than I thought it would be.

I have decided that I want this blog to focus on self-love, and discovery. I am university graduate who has no idea what she wants out of life.