As with every season of life, things change. For some, it’s cities, jobs, hobbies, interests, diet, etc. But, for me and my blog, the changing element is topic. This blog has sought to analyze social media and public relations thus far; its focus now will be on things unrelated to my current career — films, fashion, books and music, primarily.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it—I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
As many of you know, Oregon had one of the gloomiest summers on record. Lucky for me, I escaped not only Oregon but the country for 22 amazing days of travel.
I’ve always felt that nothing reveals more about oneself than travel, particularly traveling alone. This adventure of mine that spanned four countries, countless cities and multiple islands was by far the most self-revealing to date.
I learned that while I revel in my independence, I do need others to surround and support me; that I not only love history but am actually obsessed with it (Every time I saw a pile of rubble in Greece, I could visualize the cities these ruins once created, feel the energy that once radiated from them, see the ancient Grecians wandering about the now dusty roads…); that while I obsess over history, I always need to be up to speed with the present (I consumed a newspaper whenever I could get my hands on one, devoured a magazine that came within arms reach, poured all of my concentration into reading a new post whenever the Internet was available.); that I, in summation, am too social to be left entirely alone for extended periods of time, too independent to be constantly surrounded by people, too entranced by the present to be distracted by the past, and too fascinated by the past to ever forget its impact on my present circumstances
Wait, what!? I know that sounds overwhelming, contradictory and a bit weird, but that’s me. I did not anticipate finding myself on this trip (and rest assured, I know I still have a lot to learn), but that is what my independent travel brought with it, and I really could not be more grateful.
These 22 days of summer brought some pretty amazing “ah-ha” moments that I will never forget. Taking the leap and traveling this summer was one of the best choices I have ever made and one I will never regret.
As I was reading through this post, I was at a loss for what my 20% project is… I could think of a million things I do to make myself happy and take my mind off of public relations, but no one project stood out in particular. Since returning from study abroad, my nose has been to the grindstone when it comes to graduating from college. Right now, I have two weeks left until my life as an undergraduate is complete, and I am determined to not extend that period any further. That being said, I still make an ample amount of my time free for play.
Something as simple as having a dinner party, seeing a movie, watching my favorite television programs and reading my favorite books all qualify in my mind as something that takes up 20% of my time and is entirely unrelated to schoolwork or public relations. I like having a 20% project in that capacity, but I do miss my former 20% project more than I can express in words…
I love to dance. I grew up dancing in the very competitive studio dance world, giving up 20+ hours a week to my dance group. While it was a massive commitment, I can’t think of a place in my life (except for Australia) where I have been happier. Having that group of friends surrounding me all the time, always there when I needed them; expressing myself with my body through music; feeling like I had a family outside of my actual family; winning the occasional trophy; feeling like I was going to burst with energy every time I performed on stage… I miss all of these aspects of dance more than words can articulate.
While I consider my current friends a family outside of my actual family, it’s not the same. So, I have decided (based in part on the post by Malbon but primarily based on a personal decision) that I am going to take up dance again. I know it won’t be the same as it was before… my former dance experience was a collection of special moments in time that can never be repeated, just like my experience in Australia. But, I know dancing and performing will bring a great deal of happiness back into my life.