As another year comes to a close, it’s time to reflect.
By global standards, 2016 was pretty much a train wreck. Personally, though, it was a beautiful journey that I will tell in three parts.
A year ago, I was an unemployed college graduate with no idea of what I wanted to do with myself. You see, for the majority of my life, my intuition has been my guide. Until this point, early every major life decision has been guided by instinct. College? My gut lead me to the right fit. Major? My heart found home in the English Department. Work at camp in the summers? It just felt right.
The future, however, holds infinite possibilities and the prospective paths had me absolutely paralyzed. I had absolutely no idea of anything. My intuition, the little tug that pulls me in the next direction, had failed.
So, at the beginning of 2016, I felt my heart tugging me back to Europe and, against all logic, I followed. Continue reading →
Looking back, 2015 was a year of waiting. First, I was waiting to graduate. Then, I was waiting for whatever came next. There were days when I would have given anything for time to move faster. There were periods of loneliness and periods of frustration.
In other ways, though, it was a wonderful year. I was able to spend nine months living at home, which, in a way, has been like a return to childhood. I’ve loved spending time with my family. I loved working at our strawberry patch and apple orchard.
I’ve learned a lot this year. I finished my degree. I spent my summer pulling weeds followed by a fall hauling around apples. I experienced my first professional job. I attended the Urbana missions conference.
I’m not sad to see 2015 go. It’s been good, but better years lie ahead.
Check out some photo highlights from my year:
Skiing at Lutsen Mountains in Northern Minnesota
Long weekends spent studying in the basement of the library.
View of campus from my dorm window
Visit from my Austrian friends
Brandi Carlile in August
Sunset over the Rainy River along the Canadian boarder in northern Minnesota
It’s my first full day at home, and in light of the fact that I will be immobile due to wisdom teeth surgery tomorrow, I’m trying to get things cleaned.
Since returning from studying abroad a year ago, I haven’t been home for more than a week at a time. Due to this, my bedroom has become a dumping ground, a corner to shove things in as I transition from place to place in life. After a year, it’s gotten pretty out of hand.
The thing about cleaning out your closet is that I’m not only discovering things I didn’t know I had, but am relearning things about myself that you had forgotten. Rifling through the pages of middle school notes, sketchbooks, and attempts at poetry make me feel like I am meeting the younger version of myself. I’m finding things I used to be passionate about. I discovered a couple passive aggressive letters my best friend wrote me in high school where she apologetically tells me everything she hates about me. Reading through her words, I think about how much I have changed and wonder if, deep down, I’ve really changed at all.
Confronting my past is actually very useful because my main goal over break is to figure out what the future holds.
Sentimentality aside, it will be great to actually be able to use my closet, desk, and dresser again. It’s a long process. The main portion of my room is currently dirtier than it was when I began. I’m covered in dust from pulling things from corners and shelves that haven’t been touched in years. But progress is being made! I dragged my younger brother with me to WalMart earlier this afternoon to buy organizers and I’ve put together three bags of old clothes to donate.
It sure will be great to have a clean room again!
When was the last time you cleaned out your closet? Did you find anything surprising?