Ending, beginning, or a little bit of both.

I haven't posted a blog in two years.
Oh, I've thought about writing... I've started to write, but the words just didn't seem worthwhile.

I used to write everyday... about everything. I've felt stuck, stagnant, and insignificant the last few years... somehow I've convinced myself that I should only write when life is at it's best... or at it's worst. What about the in between? That's where I am right now... why shouldn't I record what's happening, or not happening, at this moment in my life?

Times have been tough since a tragic event this past summer that left my brain in a tangle of emotional turmoil... and the first few months of this year started off with a series of sad news, trials, and tribulations. As we've been navigating through a difficult journey, I've also faced unexpected change, rejection, and the feeling of being forgotten.

Maybe life is not what I was expecting... or what I've hoped it would be during my 25th year... but I am  hoping & praying that life begins to glow brighter & that I will learn lessons that help me grow & flourish through this less than lackluster time. (Yes, even less than lackluster.)

I am going to start blogging again... but for myself this time. Somehow I started believing the lie that I don't have anything worth writing about... I stopped taking photos with my camera because I've started to feel like my photos weren't good enough anymore. What does that even mean? I used to do these things as a way to express the creativity inside of me... why would I let the thoughts that others think of me... or the words they say to me, dictate the way I live?

I am tired of being weighed down by the world. I need to be free & full of joy about life again. The good cannot begin until the bad ends.

Great is the art of the beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
So, here's to a new ending & a new beginning.
Goodbye & hello.