Uh, hi. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? (Almost four months. It’s been almost four months.)
What have I been doing in those four months? Not much, really. Another semester of uni, deepening my relationship with God, being run off my feet at work, and uh, winning a trip to Paris. It’s been a busy four months, I suppose. I keep intending to post and then suddenly I blink and it’s well, halfway through July.
I miss writing though. The feeling of vomiting your thoughts into cyberspace in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, they’ll be read.
A girl I went to school with died today. We weren’t really friends, but she was part of my rag-tag circle at lunchtime. She was one of the five people in my French class. We weren’t really friends, but her death has hit me in an unexpectedly hard way. It’s been a surreal reminder of how short life is, and how it doesn’t wait for you to stop watching the latest season of your new favourite TV show (In The Flesh, if you were wondering) to get out there and achieve your dreams. It’s not going to wait for me to blink and suddenly find myself in December, or this time next year, or aged thirty. It doesn’t wait. And so I’m going to stop hoping it will, and take this terrible, horrible reminder to start living now, to start chasing your dreams today, because who knows what’s coming tomorrow. Life is heartbreakingly too short to live a subpar existence, to not strive towards happiness with every single step. So that’s what I’m going to start doing. And sometimes those steps will involve my bed, mcnuggets, and binge-watching TV shows, because achieving your dreams and dying of stress doesn’t sound like a very good life either.
Here it goes?
frangipani princess xoxo