So I am back. I haven’t written in way too long but there are a few reasons for that. One of the reasons is that I have been pretty busy this semester. The other reason, and the one that really made me stop writing, is that writing for my blog began to feel like work. It wasn’t something I really wanted to do anymore. I was just doing it because I felt like I had to. It was Monday which meant another blog post. That’s not what I wanted my blog to be. I originally started my blog to become a better me. To have a place where I put my thoughts to help me become the person I had the potential to be. My blog lost that point and recently, I have too.
This is what brings me back to “The Journey that Matters.” Not only meaning my blog but to life as well. When I was thinking of a title for my blog, it was so hard. I could not find one that I was 100% happy with but looking back on it, I know I picked the right one. I don’t believe I ever explained it and seeing how this is a rebirth of my blog (hopefully) now seems like a good time to really explain my title.
I chose “The Journey That Matters” a while ago so I cannot really going into the thinking behind it or the process of how I narrowed it down to this but I will always know the meaning of it. Throughout life, we go through so many journeys. All of these journeys are important, some more than others, because they shape us into who we are going to be. However, the journey that really matters to me is just that: figuring out who I want to be and becoming it.
Both parts to this journey can be difficult. Some people have trouble deciding who they want to become. They may get confused thinking that who others want them to be is who they want to be. They struggle seeing clearly. This was not the case for me. I had a good idea of who I wanted to be in my head and did not let anymore change that.
When I started my journey though, I had trouble actually becoming who I wanted to be, who I had the potential to be. So I began to write. I wrote about the person I wanted to be, the lessons I wanted to teach myself and I changed. I loved who I was, the person I was becoming. However, I become content. I thought I was good enough. My journey halted but it wasn’t over. That is one great thing about this journey, it never ends. Yes, it may also be a bad thing that it never ends but only if you see it that way. I see it as in I can always improve. I can always become a better person. I can always change who I am today from who I was yesterday to get to who I have the potential to be. It is time for me to get back on this path and to get my journey going again. Although I am not promising anything, this will be the first of many more post to come. As I am giving new life to my journey, I hope that you find your journey and give it life for the first time or give it new life like me.
It’s been about 3 weeks since I have written a post and I know all my dedicated readers are probably wondering what has happened to me (I know I probably do not have dedicated readers but I like to play pretend). The first 2 weeks I was busy working, getting ready to go back to school, and trying to enjoy my last days of summer. This week I am back at school. You may think it is pretty early to go back to school, right? I know you probably weren’t thinking that at all but I will tell you why I am back so early anyway. I had to go to school early to do Resident Assistant (RA) training. For those of you who do not know what an RA is see below.
Starting this journey excites me and makes me a little nervous. I am nervous because I know that I am going to be tested throughout this process. I am really going to begin to see if the things that I write about stick with me. I am going to be put into situation that I have never experienced before; situation that I may not know how to handle. This excites me.
This may sound a little unusual, but ever since I really got into my blog I have been waiting for adversity to strike. Not because I want my life to become messed up but because I want to be tested. Students always complain about tests, mainly because they make up half their grade, but tests are important. They let you know if you are on the right track, especially tests that life throws at you. I believe life is the greatest teacher that teaches the most important lessons. This results in life having the greatest, yet most difficult tests.
This is what excites me but it also makes me nervous. I usually don’t get nervous for school tests because I am always well prepared. However, life’s tests are much different. It is a lot harder to prepare for them and I am unsure if I am ready. I am unsure if I am really ready to take all my words into action. This is the point of the test though to see if I am ready. There is no other way to see if I have made any progress in become the man I want to be unless I am tested. Yes, I might fail but I believe in myself and my character and trust that when the time comes I will do the right thing.
The next couple of weeks of training are going to be a little hectic for me so bear with me if I do not post for a while again. Don’t worry though I did not forget about my dedicated readers that hang on my every word (I know you’re out there somewhere). However, in my possible absence test yourself. If you have been working on your skills to meet new people, test them. Go out and try to meet new people. So what if you fail at least test your skills and see where you still need to improve. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in trying to improve something we don’t see if it is actually improving. Sometimes, we just need to be tested.
Has there ever been a time when you were tested by life? How did it work out for you?