My Escape

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.

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.

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2 thoughts on “My Escape

  1. I love this so much, because I can totally relate to you. I am in college and facing difficulties with even finishing school because of financial reasons. I even had to take this past semester off, and I feel as if I am not doing enough with this tremendous amount of free time I suddenly have. However, I have to keep reminding myself that I am moving at the pace that God has set for my life, and I need to wait on His will for me life. I’m praying for you girl! Stay strong; God will pull you through!

    • I don’t know why I’m just seeing your comment now. I know it seems pretty cliche to say, but things truly happen for a reason. We may not always understand what is happening or why it’s happening, but it does happen for a reason. We usually realize it later that reason. For now, don’t think about the past, don’t think too far into the future. Live day to day, in the moment. Once you truly accept the life you have and enjoy every second we have to breathe, you will be just fine. Those trials and tribulations definitely make us stronger. Thanks for reading my blog and I wish the best for you too. Everything will be alright, you just have to trust and believe the process . ❤

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