It’s been exactly one year since I got hit by a car.
On this day in 2018, I had class in the afternoon. I should’ve been home in the early evening. I didn’t get back until it was dark outside. Thankfully on February 6, 2019, I got home safe and sound.
I still think about all the things that happened. How the car slammed into my right leg, how I fell to the ground on my left elbow. Hearing the sirens grow louder. Riding to the hospital in the back of an ambulance. Waiting and more waiting. Having X-rays done. The paperwork and pain that followed. Every phone call to the police and insurance companies afterwards.
I doubt I’ll forget anytime soon. But I’ve come a long way. And despite all the setbacks, I’m so proud of myself.
I survived. I was able to walk away. I can walk and run and dance today. I hope I never take these blessings for granted.
I had some help along the way. I know no one else can possibly understand how I felt, not without experiencing everything I did. But I want to thank someone special. A small act of kindness made a big difference in my life.
Thank you for giving me hope when I needed it the most. Thank you for helping me more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for making me smile and laugh again. Thank you for pulling me out of hell. Thank you for the memories I’ll cherish forever. Thank you for everything.
This post has been incredibly difficult to write. I keep editing my thoughts before I even type them out.
More than anything, I hope one day I can tell the story I need to tell, and do it justice. After all, this isn’t someone else’s story. It’s my own.
Where do I even begin?
Read 40 books.
I’ve been able to for the past two years. Hopefully, 2019 isn’t an exception. On a similar note, I’ll try to post as many reviews as possible.
Write, edit, submit.
In a perfect world, I’d publish something somewhere. It’s out of my control though. Writing every day, editing my stories, submitting to contests…very much within my control.
Post content I’m proud of.
When I publish what I love, it makes me happy. I don’t want to be as hard on myself in 2019, yet my expectations are still high for this blog. More than anything, I can’t wait to create.
Learn more Spanish.
Fun fact, my name is Spanish. My dad speaks the language. I’ve been using Duolingo and doing two lessons every day.
Dance, exercise, stretch.
To be specific, I’d like to learn new moves, improve my core strength, and increase my flexibility.
Be nicer…to myself.
I’m my own worst critic. I guess I should also make an effort to be nicer to others as well.
What are your goals for 2019?
When I dance, I don’t want to be doing anything else.
Try as I might to suppress my feelings, I’m an emotional human being. And dance lets me express myself.
I started dancing more in high school. So many moments of my life are dance related.
I remember the highs, times where all I wanted was to dance in my living room. The world and its worries would fall away.
I remember the lowest points, times where I didn’t feel like dancing at all. When I don’t, it’s like I have a million emotions bottled up inside, and I can’t release any of them.
I honestly would not be the person I am today if I didn’t dance.
I don’t even want to think about the decisions I might’ve made if not for music and movement.
Dance taught me how to love my body. Moving forced me to listen to my heart and my head, my arms and my legs.
I dance because I need a creative outlet that’s not writing. I love both. In a way, I get to work out my body and mind.
I dance because I feel good before, during, and after I do.
Dancing helped me cope healthily with some unhealthy issues.
I dance because I love it. I know I’m not the best. I don’t have perfect technique. But I feel like the best version of myself when I’m doing it.
Sometimes, I wish I could do everything, but that’s not possible. I only have 24 hours.
I used to be so stubborn about sticking to several daily habits.
Every now and then, some things have to give. I can’t do it all or do everything well. I’ve become more accepting of that fact nowadays.
I want to do many things and do them for a certain length of time or until I reach a specific goal. For example, I try to dance for one hour and read about 50 pages every day.
Nevertheless, I try not to let my current habits stop me from pursuing other opportunities.
I’m content with what I’ve done, yet I’ll continue to do more.
Life is a journey. My growth is ongoing, not a one-time event. So rather than beating myself up over a habit I didn’t do, I will appreciate all the things I did.
I journal before bed, and I’ve been tracking what I accomplish. That way, I can look back on a record of how I spend my time. Which is eye-opening to say the least.
I feel like human beings aren’t always the best at time management for a number of reasons. Tracking what I do and how long it takes me to complete a task has paid dividends. I now have a better understanding of when I should start an activity and when I can finish it.
Of course, I’m not perfect. Some days are good, others are bad. But knowing how I work allows me to plan ahead and account for worst-case scenarios.
I’ve been thinking about where I am and where I’m going.
Now might be a good time to reevaluate my goals.
I vowed to read nonfiction in 2018 and I’ve done that. I haven’t tracked it on GoodReads the same way I do with fiction because I’m lazy. But I feel pleased with how much I’ve been reading lately.
The fact I write every day is accomplishment enough. But making time to transcribe has fallen by the wayside. At the start of the year, I wanted to produce longer stories. I also hoped to submit my work to contests or journals. This hasn’t happened much. Perhaps I can get that going soon.
I’m happy with my blog but not happy at the same time. I guess I’ll never be satisfied with anything. Content isn’t in my vocabulary. Neither is mediocre. Sometimes I don’t know what I want out of blogging. The numbers aren’t a big deal. My goal is to create content that makes me content.
Dance is something I do for myself, and I love it too much to stop. I’m happy with the strides I’ve made this year. I plan to keep dancing until I can’t.
All the best with where you are and where you’re going.
If only I knew. I don’t even know what I’ll be doing tomorrow.
I want to read every day. How much will depend on whether my friends want me to leave the house and socialize. Shudder.
I enjoy posting book reviews. They take time to write and edit, so bear with me.
I have so many ideas, but I haven’t fully fleshed out any just yet. I’m working on creative pieces to submit to various places.
I’m a bad blogger during the school year. Not that I’m any better over the summer. Let this year be the year I stop procrastinating and start posting earlier in the day. It hasn’t happened yet unfortunately.
I have every intention to dance often. I also tend to stretch before and exercise after.
Let me what you’re doing this summer in the comments below. I’d love to know.