Well its finally time to say goodbye to my my space blog. We had some wonderful ups and downs. Heck I wouldn't be the Jenn I am right now if it hadn't offered me with warm arms the venue to sprout ideas, thoughts, sentiments, insanities, etc. It shall definitely be missed...like a gateway to my heart and soul.
But, despite saying goodbye to my blog on my space, I can NEVER retire from some sort of blogging. It's essential..like water to a man caught in the harsh sands of the Sahara. I've just forgotten how much I'm better because of it.
There's many things...roads I could have taken in my life, but I chose the one I am now. Sometimes, its not about the money or the sense of stability or duty, but rather a sense of knowing that you can go to sleep each night completely happy/satisfied for the most part, and know tomorrow will always be better.
I NEVER want regrets. I've know through the examples of others how damaging one can be if we hold too tight to past regrets. My theory is that the past helps to shape you, the present helps to ground you, and the future helps to motivate you.
People would consider me idealist...but I'm really not. I'm a die-hard realist. I know that things don't always turn out the way we want or believe they will. I'm practical in that sense. But, I do hope that their is good in this world. How do I hope this? Because I can see it each and everyday. Every time someone smiles, laughs, holds hands, kisses, hugs, respects, tolerates, cherishes, loves someone else it fills me with the hope that the world will OK.
Sometimes I feel older than I really am. I really should have been born in another era. At least when women writers we're fighting for penmanship and authority, they had something worth fighting for. I live in this constant marginalization from my fellow generation. I'm part of them, but not part of them. We're like estranged siblings who share blood, but who seem more like strangers.
I'm exhausted. I wish I could hibernate, but at last duty, reality sinks through the crevices.
I seriously could live alone and never fret. I don't know when I turned into such an independent person. It's a tad bit awkward when everyone around me, especially girls are so fixed or rather enamoured on the idea of marriage, relationships, etc. But, I'm one hundred percent not. Another point of oddity for Jenn!
No I'm not anti-marriage/commitment. Quite the opposite, I believe in those things...but they need to be constantly nourished so that they can prosper. I think some take it as just holding hands, kissing, the security of being with someone as the only components of a relationship. But, its so much more. It can be butterflies in your stomach, and warm hugs, and heartbreaking at the same time.
When the time comes, I'll be joining the leagues of all women as they push and shove their way up on the list for a Vera Wang gown. But, as for now...the veil and the bouquet are kept aside. There's just too much that I want to do now. I want to work as a journalist for a few years. Write a few novels. Travel around the world. Learn new things. Grow.
When I've accomplished those things...I'll be ready to set on shore, but for now I'm on a journey.
Who knew a keyboard, a screen and a basic template could be so healing and inspiring? But, it's nice to have this little haven to write.
But, at last the nocturnal blanket sets before my eyes....and I drift away....
But, despite saying goodbye to my blog on my space, I can NEVER retire from some sort of blogging. It's essential..like water to a man caught in the harsh sands of the Sahara. I've just forgotten how much I'm better because of it.
There's many things...roads I could have taken in my life, but I chose the one I am now. Sometimes, its not about the money or the sense of stability or duty, but rather a sense of knowing that you can go to sleep each night completely happy/satisfied for the most part, and know tomorrow will always be better.
I NEVER want regrets. I've know through the examples of others how damaging one can be if we hold too tight to past regrets. My theory is that the past helps to shape you, the present helps to ground you, and the future helps to motivate you.
People would consider me idealist...but I'm really not. I'm a die-hard realist. I know that things don't always turn out the way we want or believe they will. I'm practical in that sense. But, I do hope that their is good in this world. How do I hope this? Because I can see it each and everyday. Every time someone smiles, laughs, holds hands, kisses, hugs, respects, tolerates, cherishes, loves someone else it fills me with the hope that the world will OK.
Sometimes I feel older than I really am. I really should have been born in another era. At least when women writers we're fighting for penmanship and authority, they had something worth fighting for. I live in this constant marginalization from my fellow generation. I'm part of them, but not part of them. We're like estranged siblings who share blood, but who seem more like strangers.
I'm exhausted. I wish I could hibernate, but at last duty, reality sinks through the crevices.
I seriously could live alone and never fret. I don't know when I turned into such an independent person. It's a tad bit awkward when everyone around me, especially girls are so fixed or rather enamoured on the idea of marriage, relationships, etc. But, I'm one hundred percent not. Another point of oddity for Jenn!
No I'm not anti-marriage/commitment. Quite the opposite, I believe in those things...but they need to be constantly nourished so that they can prosper. I think some take it as just holding hands, kissing, the security of being with someone as the only components of a relationship. But, its so much more. It can be butterflies in your stomach, and warm hugs, and heartbreaking at the same time.
When the time comes, I'll be joining the leagues of all women as they push and shove their way up on the list for a Vera Wang gown. But, as for now...the veil and the bouquet are kept aside. There's just too much that I want to do now. I want to work as a journalist for a few years. Write a few novels. Travel around the world. Learn new things. Grow.
When I've accomplished those things...I'll be ready to set on shore, but for now I'm on a journey.
Who knew a keyboard, a screen and a basic template could be so healing and inspiring? But, it's nice to have this little haven to write.
But, at last the nocturnal blanket sets before my eyes....and I drift away....
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