Let’s not dwell on inconsistency or falling behind, let’s just focus on the fact that after a few deep breaths (maybe more) and some deeper creative soul searching, I’m back. I’ve moved outside of NYC, started a new teaching job about six months ago, live alone and drink coffee far more often than I ever have. I still love the color green. Some things never change- but most things always do.
I’ve missed this, but coming back and writing where I left off never felt right. So, instead of hating myself for not keeping up with this blog, I just decided to stop. At first I stopped back in 2011 because I was blindly miserable with work, unhappy in my financial situation, and my relationships were hurting because of it. So, then the summer of 2012 hit and BAM! I was feeling pretty helpless and lost. So, in August, here I was: I quit my job, started acting in a show, and was losing the love of my life all at once. One of those things was pretty exciting for me: theatre is something I love, but unfortunately, I couldn’t truly appreciate the experience for what it was worth at the time. Then, miraculously, I got a job in September. So, I started working diligently and I really like it. I moved out of a tense living situation right before Hurricane Sandy hit. I lived with my brother and sister-in-law for a couple of months. That first week of not working due to the hurricane aftermath was a big reflection time for me. I thought for sure I would come back to this blog again….but I wasn’t ready yet. Two months in a guest bedroom was actually okay, then a lovely Christmas with family came and went too quickly. Before the new year, I moved into a small one bedroom. My brother and father braved the snowy weather and helped me move everything I own. Stuff accumulates, but I still lost some things along the way…
Since then, I’ve been unpacking. I’ve been working long hours, but remembering to do the things I love in my free time: baking, journaling,spending lots of valuable time with friends- basically re-connecting to myself. In the past few months, I’ve been going through some heavy stuff- and I’m not talking about boxes. I’ve been re-evaluating what I want from my life and how it would look in the next few years. Everything I thought I knew has shifted, but I find when I look deeper, there are constants in me that will never change.
What you love to do, what motivates and fuels you never changes. That’s the creative soul talking.
Hanging out with myself for a bit is helping me realize that the core of my being is always with me and I can access the things that make me happy whenever I desire them. It’s not always easy, but the truth is there and I’m grateful to know that. Needless to say, I’ve been baking cookies and drinking fresh-brewed coffee a lot lately, so I haven’t quite reached a balance, but it’s working and I’m getting there. Here’s proof: Pushing this writing task away was the best thing I could do. When I was ready it would find me, and when I trusted that, it did…
I was on the subway this weekend, on my way to visit a friend in Brooklyn. Subway rides can be transcendent at times when you’re sitting and lulling back and forth, waiting for your stop. You can get really deep in thought. I didn’t even have my iPod. As I’m sitting on the 4 train an idea popped into my brain: unpacking.
Moving. I’ve moved a lot lately. I’ve moved at least three times in the past year and a half, and when that happens, you never really settle anywhere. Boxes take up space, are easy to ignore and easy to leave for the infamous “one more thing you don’t have to pack the next time”. I began to think about the meaning behind unpacked boxes and got so caught up in my thoughts that I almost got off at the wrong stop! When I finally got off the train- off where I was meant to go – I realized I was ready to come back and write…but maybe on a different kind of mission this time around.
See, I opened a box of books that I haven’t opened in over a year. I thought I would just find books that I’ve read or thought I lost but I found a lot more that I had forgotten about. I found the reasons behind keeping what was in the box and it kind of inspired me. All I know is that you have to unpack the old stuff to discover something new.
Please leave your comments! Help me finish unpacking…