
It’s been almost a month since I’ve written a blog post.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been writing, my journals are slowly become sappier by the minute, but I haven’t felt the need to put anything out there for a while.
My life a month ago:
Look, I’m in Paris
Look, a cute British boy at a bar
I shall eat this whole table of pasta and have 0 regrets
Is it normal to wear this furry coat to an Italian Mcdonalds?
My life currently:
Forgetting I’m in an online class a week into school
Is it okay to wear my sweatshirt two days in a row?
Can I count a trip to AJ’s as an adventure?
Why the EFF won’t the boy follow me back on Instagram.
Wait, I’m graduating, this isn’t fun.
I’ve legitimately felt trapped in a box for the past month. There’s a lot of things I’d warn someone of if they’re transitioning from living abroad to being back home. Things that used to feel fun don’t feel as fun anymore, college bars make you want to scream, and the concept that you could be traveling in Europe but you’re spending your time in Ames, Iowa crying about classes is hard to grasp. People reach out and ask how things are and the only thing I have been able to respond with lately is “boring”.
“Help, I’m bored.”
“Ugh, there’s nothing to do in Iowa.”
I had a conversation with some friends recently that really hit me hard. We were talking about if we regretted not going to a big city for school, and they both instantly said no. Their mindset was that being in such a small town with limited access to things blocked out distractions, and forced them to really get to know themselves. I’ve been thinking a lot about that recently and felt inclined to just put it out there for other people to think about.
Are you really stuck and bored or are you just constantly comparing?
What a classic line.
“Stop comparing yourself to others!!!!!!!! Love yourself!!!!”
This is actually a very important statement regardless of it’s overuse.
BUT . . . I’m talking comparison within yourself.
I’ve realized I’ve been constantly comparing two completely different times in my life.
I’m a firm believer in stages of life. Each stage has a different purpose, and holding on to one will only hold you back from what the next one is supposed to show you. Traveling was a huge stage, but is it fair to say that it’s provided me more than the stage I’m in now? I’m in a small town surrounded by some of the greatest souls I’ve ever crossed. I have more time to work on passion projects and art than I have ever before. I have more time to invest in friendships and my own happiness. I mean. CMON, if there was ever a time for me to try and start a girl band it would be now.
Everything has its time.
I think I’m just now learning the importance of now.
I hope you do, too.
Linds.
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