Personal Reflection

Reflecting On Being 19 Years Old And Turning 20

Nine year old me wanted to be an interior designer.

Nineteen year old me wants to be a professional writer.

Funny how much can change in ten years.

Over the course of my life, especially in the last decade or so, I've discovered new passions and dreamt different dreams.

I never thought I'd be where I am today. I'm beyond grateful. I feel lucky in many ways. But I also know better than anyone how hard I've worked.

I wanted to take some time to reflect on the last nineteen going on twenty years. You're all going to be sick and tired of my old age jokes and indirect references to my birthday. Maybe you already are. I'd say sorry, but I'm not.

I had a less than ideal August in 2016 to say the least. It was a tougher time for me mentally and emotionally. So I was nowhere near where I wanted to be. And I was nothing close to being who I wanted to be.

Even though I still have a long way to go, I'm proud of what I've been able to accomplish during my 19th year on this earth.

I won't bore you with the details regarding my achievements. But I want to thank you all for helping me directly or indirectly, whether you know it or not.

I don't thank everyone often enough. Thanks a million times. Thank you so much for being you. I appreciate your support. It means the world to me.

You have inspired me in ways I never would've been. I will never stop reading your comments, messages, tweets, etc.

Around this time last year, I had no idea what to expect in 2017. I didn't know what the future held for me, for this blog.

Another year looms ahead. I can't predict what will happen next, but I'm excited for what's coming.

I like to believe the best is just around the corner.

I'm sure I'll make my share of mistakes in the next 12 months. Please feel free to correct me and my erroneous ways. Shove my mistakes in my face. I'm half kidding, half serious.

But I've grown up a ton. I can handle failure and mistakes better now than ever before.

I want to wish you the very best.

Cheers to growing together. I know there's so much we can learn from each other.

I never want to take any of this for granted.

After all, I had my share of highs and lows as a 19 year old.

But right now I'm grateful. Thank you again from the bottom of my dark heart and the depths of my big head.

You made my 19th that much more memorable.

It's been an incredible year. Here's to an even better one.

Hopefully, twenty year old me will be way smarter. A girl can hope.

Creative Writing

My Journey Revisited

When I started this blog, a little over a year ago, I published a poem aptly named: My Journey. I posted this poem in the beginning of April of last year, and now it’s the end of April, so I feel like I’ve come full circle.

I figured I would share this poem once more. If you’ve read this already, perhaps you’ll want to read it again. No hard feelings if you don’t. If you haven’t…enjoy reading it, singing it, or even rapping it. I’m kidding. You can sense my sarcasm by now, right?

Here it is:

My Journey Revisited 

Started at the bottom

Worked my way to the top

Climbed the rungs of the ladder

Just to stand on top

Continued to strive

Learned the ropes over time

Arrived at the end

Just to start again

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Started with nothing

Worked all day and night

Climbed many mountains

Just to see the sunrise

Continued my passions

Learned to follow my heart

Arrived at my destinations

Just to seek a head start

Fitting title isn’t it?

Now that I think about it, April is National Poetry Month. I didn’t want to let it go by without posting a poem. While I probably should have published an original poem, for some reason I felt strongly about sharing an old piece I wrote a year ago. My Journey has stuck with me even to this day hence, the creation of this post. I don’t mean to get all sentimental on you, but I’m writing the truth.

Anyhow, I know I deserve a B for originality. That’s fine by me.

I hope you had a wonderful April and I wish you all the best in the month of May.

Personal Reflection

My Personal Statement

My personal statement: I rather be given nothing but have worked hard for it than be given everything and live the rest of my life knowing I don’t deserve it.

There is no value or meaning to my life if I do not challenge myself constantly to achieve my goals through hard work, dedication, discipline, persistence, etc. If I am handed anything simply on a silver platter, served to me without blood, sweat, or tears invested I will refuse to accept the platter no matter how tempting it may be. I firmly stand by this belief even if every day my world threatens to tear my belief apart.

Every challenge I face, each obstacle I overcome, all the experiences I gather continue to shape me in ways I cannot imagine. Then I try to picture life being easy, as smooth as velvet, as easy as strolling through the park. Take away all the difficult moments or extremely painful memories from the equation. What am I left with now? Nothing. A life seemingly so perfect is a life not worth living at all.

Hard Work Sign

Creative Writing

My Journey

Started at the bottom

Worked my way to the top

Climbed the rungs of the ladder

Just to stand on top

Continued to strive

Learned the ropes over time

Arrived at the end

Just to start again

***

Started with nothing

Worked all day and night

Climbed many mountains

Just to see the sunrise

Continued my passions

Learned to follow my heart

Arrived at my destinations

Just to seek a head start