I’ve been thinking a lot about expanding my website into something that encompasses not only my portfolio and “work” related posts but additionally has more touches of my writing, photography, and life. I feel my blog “New Media Mak” has definitely put my posts into a narrow box that I’ve been drowning myself in. I have too many interests to try and focus all my ideas and thoughts into the small categories I’ve developed with this blog. So I’m expanding and changing this site into my own personal website that holds my work, plus a place for more writing and photography to be shared. The future holds a lot of work ahead, but the end result will refocus me and allow for my inspirations and adventures to be shared more freely.
As I shook off the water from my coat I sat next to a older gentlemen sitting quietly alone. Opening up my laptop I began my usual search. Macs List, Idealist.org, Craigslist, and Google. I’ve been scouring online for internship and job opportunities since the end of December.
Then I hear him ask if I’m in school.
The gentlemen next to me begins chatting to me in a heavily accented voice. He talked intensely to me about his granddaughters and how difficult young adults, and especially young woman, have it today. “It’s unfortunate kids today go to university, graduate, then end up working behind the counters here,” he said. He goes on telling me how he came from Greece and how I closely resemble the Greek. But, nails it with his second guess when he asks me if I have Italian blood.
He made a quip about staying away from boys, and proceeded to tell me I could do anything I wanted with my life and five steps I should follow. Within those steps he emphasized that I should never hold myself back from success or feel I couldn’t dream big. I giggled a bit to myself when he said something relating to how children would ruin my life, but I know he was trying to mean well with the comment.
After multiple recent discussions concerning what I should do next in my life I felt his words came at a very appropriate time. As he encouragingly chatted to me I’m not sure he really knew what the kindness of his words meant to me.
He left the coffee shop for an appointment to have a growth removed. He affirmed me it wasn’t cancerous. He waved goodbye and wished me the best of luck with my life, and I wished him the same.
In my short life I’ve lived through many transitions. I’ve actually welcomed change with open arms.
If you ask me I’ve lived a darn good life so far. Of course I’d also say I didn’t see myself here at this point in life — but doesn’t everyone feel that way at some point?
Well here is to another transition — life after graduation.
I’m currently moving to a larger urban city to hunt down an awesome job in public relations and digital communications. In the process I’ve decided to let go of all the crap I’ve accumulated over the years in my storage unit. From the constant moving I have lost sight of the things I’ve boughten, and in turn, bought more of the same! It’s been a nightmare looking at all the THINGS I have. Everything I pick up I can remember some kind of importance it had on my life at one moment. But as I browsed I realized no matter how much meaning it may have had during one point in my life it’s time to let it go. Even all those awards and plaques I’ve won (personal plug). I’m in a transition of my life that needs a fresh start, and I don’t need a bunch of things reminding of what was, because I won’t ever forget how amazing life has been.
I’ll be excited once the process of my moving sale is finished and nothing is left to tie me down.
Here’s to new beginnings, feeling free, and getting rid of all this stuff.
The awesome part about being from Oregon is that I can literally step outside and be surrounded by some of the most gorgeous outdoor sceneries. I took these photos on a hike the other day with my dog. The trail is a 5 mile round trip hike uphill in coastal mountain terrain. The rain had washed a few parts of the trail out but the muddy shoes was worth this gorgeous walk through the woods. I had a bit of fun taking my red jacket and playing with the contrast of the green and red. I’ve made a note to myself to take props on a hike one day.
Cape Arago Pack Trail, right outside Coos Bay, Oregon.
Dear writer’s block, it’s not you, it’s me.
I’ve come to the conclusion you aren’t the one stopping me from reaching my full potential it’s my constant battle with trying to be perfect and my bad habit of overanalyzing EVERYTHING.
Everyday I wake up and tell myself today will be the day I break free from this creatively constraining relationship, but then I’m sitting next you again holding your hand for life support. I’m scared what my life will be without you. I’ll be forced to make decisions on my own and spill my thoughts and ideas freely. But I have to do what’s best for me. I’m cutting you out of my life — let’s hope I swim and not sink.
There I go again being miss negative! No. I will swim, and I will swim freely writing down paragraphs for all to hear. I’ve become negative. For an insane optimistic person like myself being negative is draining. I’m letting you go. I know you will find another depressed writer just waiting for you to cradle them. You will be fine without me.
Always, and never again,