Communication—such a complex word. It is a word that I often have trouble acting out when it comes to my personal life. Don’t get me wrong I am a talker; I love saying how I feel in the moment. I also enjoy listening to others issues. My entire life I have been labeled the “counselor” by those closest to me because that is what I do. I listen and then I counsel. However, when it comes to expressing my deepest thoughts or anxieties I have trouble communicating. I believe Eli Young put it best when he said, “I’m a runner that’s what I do. Don’t be surprised if I run from you. When you turn around I’ll be gone.”
You see I have always felt that by expressing what I am feeling I am burdening those around me with my issues. It wasn’t until last year that I realized that that is not the case. It is only healthy for me to articulate what is going on inside me to those I call friend. So for the past year I have tried, and failed, multiple times to open up. It is a task that is getting easier to do while at the same time frustrating.
I say all this because for the longest time I have viewed blogging as sharing my feelings. At times I have even found it pretentious and egotistical. I mean I love to read others blogs and do so regularly but when it comes to me actually writing one, I hate it. This thought process combined with my extreme laziness has allowed me to skip blogging since October. In all actuality I have only blogged twice since being accepted for the World Race, which in comparison to others is insane considering some blog multiple times a week.
In all honesty, I just don’t find my life that interesting to blog about. Since my last post I had a crazy last semester of graduate school and in December graduated with my Masters in Education. I then had to say “see ya later” to my friends and family in Mississippi, which was a very draining but encouraging experience. After an excessive amount of goodbyes, I moved home to Florida and have done nothing but lie around and visit with family. My only care has been to finish as many TV series as humanly possible before I leave for the race and let me tell you I am conquering this endeavor.
Today I am packing up to head to New York to visit my brother and his wife for a few days. I will leave New York for DC on Sunday and then fly out to Mozambique sometime next week. It all has become very very real. The World Race is no longer a figment of my imagination but my actual life. Insane. The nerves have finally set in but I am pumped nonetheless.
I write all this to say I publicly promise to throw away my past notions of blogging and to communicate with my family and friends all the wonderful things God will be doing in my life in 2013. From miracles to adventures to rambling posts such as this I promise to include you all on this journey. Thank you all so much for your love and support! I would not be able to start this journey if it were not for you, so again thank you!
