Blogging Struggles/Self Love
I never thought of myself as a writer.When you're a kid, you rarely write outside of school, right? You're always running around and playing, or in my case, buried in a book. I know some kids keep journals, but whenever I tried that, it would last for a couple fleeting days before I forgot about it and moved on. Maybe this is a way of keeping me accountable. But on the other hand, maybe that's why I only have two posts to show for myself.I do like the thought of myself as a writer though. Writers are so fascinating. I remember thinking about Christopher Paolini quite a bit when I was little. If you don't know that name, dont worry. He wrote the Eragon series. (also called the Inheritance Cycle and they were some of the most loved books in our house - great book if you like fantasy fiction.) The reason I thought about good old Christopher was that he wrote the first book when he was 14, publishing it at 19.Can you even imagine! Publishing a book at 19! That's insane. I'm 19! I haven't published a book. Or written a book. Or written more than 2 blog posts.. So here I am, fascinated about being a writer without the dedication to follow through with being a writer.So yeah. I'd like that. But I guess that's the true struggle of blogging.Struggles of Blogging ( so far )
- Getting thoughts on paper.
- Having interesting and relevant things to say
- Crying because I'm not Christopher.
Alright. With that out of the way, let's transition. In the wake of the New Year, I've been questioning what it means to be a new person or be a better person.Right now, for the first time in my life, I am alone.Of course, I have my family with me in the house, but they have their own lives orbiting just slightly outside of my rotation. What I mean by this, is that for the first time in 5 years, I'm not in a relationship, not tied to any really close local friends, not fastened down to extra curricular or really academic commitments, and not working.So I find myself on my own.I spent the day in a coffee shop yesterday, quietly sipping on a red rooibos tea and reading Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, a stepping stone on my "BBC's List of 100 Books to Read Before You Die."The whole day ended up really dedicated to myself. I realized, in the middle of a sip, as I looked around the bustling coffee shop, that every single day of my life should be dedicated to myself. Self love. That's it. I should be the most important person in my life. 
So this is my written, wholehearted, dedication to working on self love and caring about myself. This is it. And I encourage anyone, if there is anyone out there, to spend today working on yourself. Take a spa day and run a bubble bath. Or put your feet up and read a book. Or treat yourself to something. Don't leave things for special occasions, make the occasion special. Everything else will still be there after. Take time for you.So, what if you spent an entire year loving yourself?