“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ― Kahlil Gibran
and… the depth of love I’ve felt from you has only grown deeper as time has passed.
I shudder to think that it has almost been two years since my grandma passed away. Two days before it happened, I remember sitting at her bedside. I thought to myself that she would be home in a few days, and life would go on. I never stopped think about the screeching hault that would soon come. I never knew that two years later I’d weep so heartily that my insides would feel bruised.
Ever tried sleeping in to avoid life? I have. It probably sounds immature, and not very conclusive, but it’s an avoidance tactic that I remember using as a teenager to diffuse ‘stress’. Shame on me for thinking that life was tough back then! Little did teenage me know, reality would only sting harder as time went on.
Thankfully, although now I’m plagued with new, more grown up realities… call it stress 2.0... I’ve found a few little anecdotes that I thought to be share-worthy..
Call it my ‘I wish someone carefully explained this to me before I had my awkward teenage stage’ revelations if you will.
Back then, I thought that everything was some cathartic bomb and life was a minefield. Now, I pretty much recognize that that’s actually true… Except… I actually posess the power to deal with every hand that I’ve been dealt.
There’s a simple solution to my problems that always existed, but I was probably too self absorbed to take notice.
If only there was some sort of blogging mirror that I could use to practice my introduction to the potential readers here in internet-land, I’d be much more at ease. Since there isn’t, forgive my simplicity and timidity in creating this first post…
Hi, I’m Aimee in case my newly re-created logo failed to make that clear. (I hope you like it!)
Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a deep passion for expression. I’ve always had a healthy imagination and an innate love for creativity in all forms.
A few days ago, while doing some thinking on purpose, specifically my purpose, I had an aha! moment of courage.
Perhaps these passions placed in me have a purpose. Perhaps I’m meant to use them to a greater extent than I do now. Perhaps I’ve wasted too much time waiting on the ‘perfect moment’ to come along to chase after what I want most. What a waste it would be to look back on my life and realize that I never did anything with the multitude of things I’m passionate about. What a waste it would be if I never tried to use whatever talents I may have to do something greater. What inspiring stories will I tell my future kids?!
(woops that’s probably too personal!)
This is my attempt to ensure that I’ve at least tried. In the many hills and valleys of these twenty three years that I’ve been around, if it’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life. is. short. We either make the most of what we have NOW, or look back and wish we did.
A simple pin on Pinterest, (my procrastination tool of choice) humbled and inspired me last week after having my aha! moment. It started an internal revolution that can’t be muted. We often have hopes, desires and dreams that are silenced by our circumstances, peers or emotions… but the truth is, an escape or solution is always around the corner as long as we start somewhere. This simple truth was my new beginning, I hope it might be the same for someone else out there.