Let’s start anew!
After 3 years and 10 months of being on this blog, and while suffering from COVID-itis (also known as having extra time and trying to make good use of it), I’ve decided… WHAT THE HECK, let’s go back to the beginning.
Something I’ve realized is that our stories get old. They become stale. When looking back from a new perspective, we see and feel things differently than we did in the past. Maybe we’ve learned more about our lives and our experiences and we need to expand on our old ideas. Or perhaps we find that some of the chapters we’ve lived are no longer relevant to our story; they’re history, and they no longer serve a purpose. Either way, each person’s story is their own, and it’s up to them to make use of it.
I’ve hemmed and hawed about what to do with my 4 year old story. I thought about taking it down— deleting the old pages—because it feels outdated to me, and I fear it’s value has expired. But, after much deliberation and consideration, I’ve decided that it would be more interesting and worthwhile to change it up, or “RE-write” the story—from a totally new perspective.
In the Beginning was first shared on October 2, 2016. It was my very first post, and the very first chapter of my ongoing “real life” story. That’s a lot of firsts. This particular chapter focused on when my problems all started; adolescence. What I’ve learned since writing it, is that fear, loneliness, and confusion are common at that age, and there are many people who had the same exact thoughts, feelings and/or experiences during these young years (and beyond).
I think the key take-away here is that we are never as alone as we think we are, we just can’t find that out unless we are willing to open up and share. That being said, I’ve turned this old chapter into a poem about teenage angst, and the crucial thing that I was lacking in those days… faith.
Innocence flutters away,
As self-awareness blooms,
Philosophy fills the mind,
With questions that consume.
Who am I? Why am I here?
What will I become?
What’s the reason for living?
And where did life come from?
Something inside of us shifts,
At this “coming of age,”
We begin to wear our masks,
And the world becomes our stage.
It’s a crossroads we all face,
Never sure which way to turn,
The directions seem unclear, and…
There are lessons we will learn.
Be strong, and choose wisely my child,
For so many will deceive,
But One will always guide you right,
And all those who ask…
Now let’s just hope that this revision / re-share process worked. If not, it’s on to plan B. Ha! I’ve created a new featured image as well, a little pink to represent the wonders of my innocence and youth.
Happy Sunday all,
Life is good, and God is great!
Next up: Rewriting Your Story