Sometimes the hardest thing about blogging is coming up with things to write. I have so many ideas in my head, so many things that I want to discuss and need advice on, but I find there is a fine line regarding things too personal.
I know I've revealed quite a bit personal feelings throughout my grieving process, but I felt that those are things that were okay to discuss. I thought that those words and feelings might help someone else going through the same thing.
Lately I haven't been feeling very content in my life. I'm finally getting to a place of happiness and loving myself, but I'm not content with other areas of my life. But is life really that simple where if you don't like where you are, you can just change it? Maybe it is. Maybe I'm too scared to realize it. Maybe I focus too much on the worrying about what could go wrong. But I'm also scared to continue to stay in this same place, to stay this same person for too long.
Have you ever had a day or weekend where you knew it was great, one of the best? Have you ever stopped to think about why it was so great? Of course, a part of it is circumstance - who you're with, what you're doing - but I think it's more than just that. There's something that makes these "best moments" just magical.
Today is the 11 year anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. I remember exactly where I was on that day. I was 20 years old, in college at St. Cloud State University and at that moment in my apartment alone; my roommate had already left for the day. I turned on the TV while eating breakfast and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I remember turning the TV on shortly before the second plane hit.
On Twitter, I follow Thought Catalog. The description of the account says "Thought Catalog is a place for relevant and relatable writing." I have read many articles that have been posted, and most that I choose to read are on the humorous side and I find them very funny. All of the articles are well written and might not apply to me, but I still enjoy reading them.