My father used to start the stories he told me before bed with "Twice upon a time..." to which I would freak out and say something along the lines of "No Daddy! It's just ONCE upon a time!" then dissolve into giggles before we continued our story.
Though I still giggle when I hear this (which isn't often), I still love to hear and tell stories. One of my bachelors degrees is in journalism, and one of my masters degrees will be as well (at the end of this adventure). I can tell stories through video, photographs, audio, writing, etc. but the one story I haven't fully gotten around to so much as thinking about is my own.
My story isn't really that important, in the grand scheme of the world. But I am at the point in my life in which I am horribly burnt out, in which I have achieved a lot but taken care of myself very little. One of my best friends, Bethany, and I have a wonderful habit of drinking copious amounts of coffee (or in my case, mostly tea) at one of our favorite coffee shops once a week. Our conversations are about anything and everything – from trying to do everything, to turning 180* and changing our goals. We have both grown this year, and though I currently feel like I'm running on a hamster wheel (it's finals week), through these conversations I have figured out a lot of what I'm missing, most of which is right in front of my face. To catch up a little on our coffee meetings, here's something Bethany wrote about one of my favorite conversations: The Body of Our Dream. Please read before continuing here – you won't regret it.
Not kidding here... Go read it.
Okay, welcome back. To continue... For someone who has been extremely fortunate, I guess I can also be somewhat oblivious and overlook some of the most important life advice that I'm sure multiple people have shared with me (and that I actually share with others even though I don't exactly follow my own advice all the time): Take time for yourself. Take care of yourself. If you're not working, nothing you do will work either.
A huge part of taking care of myself is doing just that: actually spending time with real self-care. My diet currently consists of mostly pasta, cheese, and chocolate. I work out sporadically unless I have serious motivation to go the gym. I used to have to sit on my book at the dinner table, but now I barely read books for myself (I read plenty; I am in grad school). I push passion aside for work, but this summer I will be working in a job that I am truly passionate about. I do keep up with a few TV shows (Timeless is my current favorite), but most of the time I spend on Netflix is time wasted. I don't spend enough time outside.
This year is already slated to bring a LOT of changes. I am moving halfway around the world, from Athens, Ohio, to Leipzig, Germany. I will (fingers crossed) be graduating with two masters degrees and will finally be finding my way in the "real world." I have a list of books I want to read, I have a list of cities I want to visit, and I have a list of miscellaneous things I want to try because WHY THE HECK NOT?! So this year, I have decided to try.
This blog will have bits and pieces of my story scattered throughout, but it is really aimed at my goals. What they are will be shared later (once I have some time to do a little more planning/organizing). I have about a month until I turn 23 (hence "23: A Year of Me"), so come back around May 27 to start following the next year of adventure. It'll certainly start out organized, but it may not end up that way.
Come with me as I move halfway around the world, come with me as I trip over my own feet (cobblestones or no cobblestones), come with me as I attempt to document what I believe will be a pivotal year in my life.