It has been so long since I’ve blogged on here that I’ve started to forget what it’s like to actually write. I’ve just been so down in the dumps lately about my life and up until today, I didn’t really know where this mood originated from. This morning, however, I dedicated some alone time to myself to write in my personal journal and just put my emotions on paper. Then, the epiphany hit me. This “mood” is my feeling of settling.
Granted, I have so much to be thankful for and proud of — especially since I’m now able to check off things from my goal list that I have successfully accomplished. Albeit, there is just something about mediocrity and insignificance (and purpose) that leaves me uncomfortable. For me, it’s not enough to just do what I want to do and be so “me focused”. My nosey self wants to always be in the know and one of the things that I just can’t stop pondering is my purpose. What exactly is my role in this world? Where does God want to use me the most? Where is my significance? Now, significance isn’t to be confused with attention here. Here, I’m speaking about what I can do for the people. The significance doesn’t have to be worldwide or well-known, however, I want to die knowing that I made a difference somewhere, somehow, in someone’s life.
I love writing.
I love this blog and everything that it means to me.
I’ve said it many, many, many times before that this blog is my outlet. This blog is where I can truly be myself and expose the multifaceted aspects of my life perception. Although, I haven’t been writing as much as I should be. I am, however, going to try and get back into the groove of things and practice writing, step my diction game up, and just overall continue to work on articulating myself.
This is not the end.
More like a reboot.