It’s been a while since I’ve had the strong urge or desire to write.
I haven’t felt this distressed in my life in a long time and there are several people that are probably wondering my whereabouts, including folks that range from acquaintances to some that I’m really close to. I feel that the best way to communicate what I’ve been up to is through my writing because I don’t exactly feel like communicating directly to anybody at the moment. Being the versatile person that I am, I can switch from being an extrovert to an introvert in a second. It’s quite strange actually. There are some moments where I want to be in every scene at every moment and other days where I’d rather be a book worm cooped up in my house, hoping to not be disturbed. I am quite the expert at communication, hence my passion for trying to pursue a career in public relations.
At times, the only thing that keeps things clear for me is my relationship with God and family. I’ve never felt even more compelled now than ever to be close to my family (blood or not). I wake up with the first thought of being thankful that I have a new day to live. My mood sways from great to low, but I try to stay on top my positive game by remembering the simple things that matter.
I cannot lie. I’m a bit stressed. The job hunt after college is no joke and time and time again, sometimes, I feel like I’m not trying hard enough, yet the pace I’m moving at is the pace God has set for me. I still don’t know what I’m doing, but yet, how can it feel so right?
I aim to change the lives of those around me and little did I realize those around me changed my life. For the most part, I’m doing great, but the trials and tribulations that continue to challenge me are mind boggling. With my deepest emotions, writing is my escape. Like a singer, drowning the tunes with wonderful vocal notes or an athlete pushing his body to its limits to win a game. Writing is my art.
Writing is my escape.
I’m confused. I’m happy. I’m sad. I’m stressed. I’m grateful. I’m healthy. I’m alive.
I remember to not stray from my purpose. I don’t want to write. I need to write. It just came to my realization that if my writing can change another’s life, in reality, my writing is mostly changing my own life.
If you feel like I’ve been ignoring you, I haven’t been. I’m trying to recollect myself because there’s something that I’m going through that is probably one of the most greatest challenges to date. Despite the emotional distress, I am confident God will pan out all the details in His glory.