Read all of my musings of the world, unedited.
In the last three months, the guy I was seeing left me, I totaled my car, landed myself in the hospital, my sister crashed her car, and my grandfather got incredibly sick and also was admitted to the hospital… So far, life after college hasn’t exactly been what I was hoping for.
Quite an intro, right? Don’t get me wrong – I’m not looking for any pity here.
In January, I felt like I was on top of the world. I was busy working three jobs, one with the Rhode Island Governor in her Communications Department. I was discovering passions I did not know even existed. I was hard at work on my Honors Thesis and I was about to graduate in the top of my class. My love life was seemingly getting on track (shockingly). I was happy. Like, blissfully happy – the kind you read about in books and see in movies.
I loved my little townhouse that I shared with some of the best women I have ever met. I loved my light class load. I loved walking out of work every day and staring out at the Providence skyline knowing that I was becoming somebody that I could be proud of.
Fast forward past graduation day. In the last three months, the guy I was seeing left me, I totaled my car, landed myself in the hospital, my sister crashed her car, and my grandfather got incredibly sick and also was admitted to the hospital. Not exactly on par with the picture perfect Spring I had been lucky to have.
Basically, the last three months have been hard. Like, really hard.
Today is September 1st. I know it isn’t technically the first day of fall, but I think the cool chill in the air begs to differ today. For the last few years, fall has been my favorite season – four fall semesters at Bryant University will do that to a girl. Pumpkin flavored anything, tailgates, back to school shopping, apple picking, holiday season on the horizon – the list goes on. But above all, I love watching the leaves change color all season long.
For me, fall represents watching something that you are so familiar with, something as arbitrary as the leaves that hang above you, change before your very eyes. The same leaves that have been there all year long change and become new again, bursting into shades of red and orange and brown. Fall reminds me that everything changes, but that doesn’t mean that it won’t be beautiful once it does.
It has taken me a long while to actually type all of this. I have rehearsed the words over and over in my head in the shower, in the car, and every night before bed. The purpose of this blog is not to land me insta-fame, or a little blue check next to my Twitter handle. I know that today everyone and their mother basically runs a blog. And I definitely do not have the authority to sit here and boast that I have lived a fulfilled life and can preach life advice to anyone who may accidentally stumble across the page. I want to emphasize that this is definitely not my best writing – just a bunch of random thoughts I have that I wanted to share with you on this crisp, September morning. This page is mostly for me to get my thoughts out, and for those of you who want to come along for the ride – check back for more soon.
Some fun things before I sign off –
Remember how I said that I lived with one of the coolest people you could ever know? Well, she has a blog of her very own, that you should check out here.
Besides Catherine, my favorite blog in the whole wide world (and let’s be honest, my inspiration behind pressing “post” today) is Mix and Match Mama, written by Shay Shull. I can’t take credit for stumbling across this gem of a page – Catherine & another one of our BFFs showed her to me as well (honestly, Catherine is to blame for my love of Brandy Melville, Kanye West, and most things in my life). Seriously, if you do anything after reading this post, follow this woman on Instagram. I am totally not into bloggers of any kind – but this woman takes the cake when it comes to inspiration.
I originally created this page for a school project during my senior year at Bryant. Feel free to browse critique my resume, laugh at how cheesy my writing is – what’s mine is yours. Also, that’s the rationale behind the cliché weebly.com moniker – I’ll work on cleaning this place up a little hopefully before I have anything else to add.
Icebreakers are my least favorite part of any group or team activity. Hopefully this introduction wasn’t too excruciatingly painful.
Well, thanks for listening. Hopefully I will be seeing you soon!