Let’s talk

I feel like I always have so much to say in every blog post. For once, I don’t have anything to say.

Last year, I was asked by a friend to help him create a group on campus where students could go for open discussions on life’s biggest questions, self-care, mental well-being and everything in between. Starting this group is near and dear to my heart, and we call it The Listeners.

Yesterday, he messaged me to let me know that the Listeners were having their first meeting tomorrow night. I don’t have any words to describe how excited I am for this group to start meeting. We were lucky to be supported by McWell – an incredible resource on campus that I think everyone should take advantage of at some point. They always have fresh berries and a cool make-your-own essential oils blend table. I don’t think there is a hallway on campus that smells as good and calming as McWell.

Today’s post is going to be a little different because instead of me talking at you, I want you to talk to me. Being abroad makes it difficult to stay in touch and in tune with everyone’s lives, so today I want to follow in the spirit of our special group and listen. 

So talk to me. I don’t care if we’ve never spoken before. I don’t care if the last time we spoke was a year ago, or a few months ago, or last week. I don’t care if you hate me, or love me or feel completely neutral about me. Do you need someone to listen? Let me be that person today, tomorrow or next week.

Next week I’ll follow up with an update on spring break and my life in Dublin lately. Until then, I want to take this time and listen to you. So email me, text me, Facebook message me or send an international carrier pigeon.

Let’s do this thing.

The light in me honors the light in you,

Sus

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Quiet

A friend recently shared an article that I needed to read that day. It was called “The Disease of Being Busy” and can be found here. It carries an important message that I’ve been thinking about for a while now. I have long championed the benefits of self-care and taking time for oneself, but I haven’t thought much about our epidemic of business. I think it’s easy to get lost in it, especially as a college student, because day-to-day at Notre Dame is unbelievably jam-packed and it can feel like you’re doing something wrong if you find yourself with free time.

A quote from that article struck me, and it’s been on my mind since then:

In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how they’re doing, you ask: in Arabic, Kayf haal-ik? or, in Persian, Haal-e shomaa chetoreh? How is your haal?

What is this haal that you inquire about? It is the transient state of one’s heart. In reality, we ask, “How is your heart doing at this very moment, at this breath?” When I ask, “How are you?” that is really what I want to know.

How is your heart doing?

I found the article to be a gorgeous reminder that we are human beings and as human beings we need to feed our souls and our hearts and not just check off to-do lists or fill calendars. When was the last time your heart felt as full as the week you planned? I know for a fact that mine rarely does. I always thought I would be happy when I did more things and boasted an extensive laundry list of accomplishments. I’m not usually happy when I do, I’m only exhausted. The article urged us to connect with others, but more importantly with ourselves.

Reading this article came at the perfect time for me because I had just spent the last weekend in Edinburgh, Scotland. It was a relatively spontaneous trip, and due to my last-minute planning I was on my own for the majority of Saturday before meeting up with my friends for dinner and adventures on Sunday.

Traveling alone was a strange way to connect with myself.

I was definitely nervous but I knew it was something I had to do while I was abroad. For the rest of my trips this semester, I’ll be in a group the whole time and will rarely be on my own. I loved having Saturday to myself. I spent the entire time wandering around the city and getting used to the layout. I stopped in several cool vintage shops and found my heart in the most amazing bookshop. It’s called Armchair Books and had floor to ceiling bookshelves overflowing with second-hand book deals. I picked up three great ones for only 7 pounds! I blew through Every Day by David Levithan in a day, and I 10/10 recommend it. It oddly put life in perspective for me, and reading young adult fiction was a welcome breath of fresh air.

It was freeing to be on my own. I had no one’s schedule or desires to adhere to other than my own. If I wanted to go into a shop to try fudge, I could. If I wanted to try on a quirky dress from the 60s, I could (and did). If I wanted to spend an hour in a teeny tiny but fabulous bookshop, I could (okay, several tiny bookshops).

I hadn’t had much time to focus on myself and reflect on my time abroad since being here, but taking that day in Edinburgh was exactly what I needed. I needed it to recognize the extent to which I struggled on some days and how much more I needed to focus on myself. I needed a day to remind myself that I was something to be proud of because I could maneuver a strange city and because I could find peace in a mocha and A Return to Love. The week before, I led my first group yoga practice and it made my heart burst. Nothing beat the feeling of looking around and seeing everyone flow together and I almost cried while I led savasana and told everyone to welcome peace into their hearts. I want to teach yoga and I want to fit the 200-hour teaching training into my life at some point before I die.

Now, back to Edinburgh.

I met up with Abby, Maggie and Sarah for dinner after their tour of some Scottish towns and the Loch Ness. We ate at a fantastic Spanish restaurant and all of us nearly peed ourselves laughing (okay, I think Maggie did pee herself).

Sunday was a GREAT day. It started off with breakfast at the Elephant House, which is where J.K. Rowling wrote the Harry Potter books, and the walls covered in notes from HP lovers made me tear up. I grew up with Harry Potter and I am forever grateful that I did life with a few brave but awkward teenagers fighting the Dark Lord. We moved from the Elephant House up to Edinburgh Castle, which was truly a beauty. We met up after the castle to grab cake (the strawberry cake paired with a mocha at Patisserie Valerie is to DIE FOR) before leaving to hike up Arthur’s Seat.

We chose to do a tougher climb up the mountain, and while it was long, and strenuous, and I didn’t wear the right walking shoes, after an hour and a 400-meter elevation difference we made it to the top. The other three girls put up with me and my desire to scamper around a flat plateau for my glorious Sound of Music moment. It was arguably one of the most amazing moments during my time abroad. The view at the top of Arthur’s Seat was INCREDIBLE. It was definitely worth the hype and the pain from my old lady knees later in the day. After our climb, we stopped in a shop to load up on shortbread cookies (also worth the hype) and began the trek back to Dublin.

Three hours later, we touched down in Dublin town and the happy sense of being home made me smile so big. I love the fact that coming back to Dublin feels like coming home now. It is truly a special city and I only realize how special it is when I spend time away from it. I’m grateful for its friendly people and that I can navigate it without Google Maps and the lack of aggressive touristy attractions and shops. It’s my home, and I love it more with each day and coffee shop that I pop into.

The weeks to come feature 14 days of travel: Prague, Vienna, Budapest, County Kerry, Madrid, Valencia and Lisbon – oh my! I am so lucky to be on this journey and for all the laughs, tears, gelato, sangria, bubbles, wine and books to come.

There will be more quiet time, more yoga, more laughter and more freedom from a packed schedule. As usual, I’ve attached some snapshots from this weekend.

Final note: I recently received an email from an anonymous old friend that actually made me cry. They included this quote at the end: “And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you and wants the same things too.” I don’t know who you are, but I want you to know that I’m praying for you as well, and that I would love to know who you were so we could re-connect. Your love is mutual and reciprocated, and your heart is beautiful and kind. Thank you for your gentle reminder, and I hope you know I walk with you every day.

The light in me honors the light in you,

Sus

 

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Press pause: no facades

Oops, I did it again. It’s the start of Week 7 and a few weeks since my last update. An immense amount of things have happened since then – it’s kind of crazy how much can happen even in a single day here.

I want to fill you all in on a whirlwind weekend in Amsterdam and another in North Ireland, but I want to talk about something more important first. I think it’s really easy to put on this false face while abroad. Social media makes this almost unavoidable, and every weekend and day looks like an adventure that goes without a hitch.

Well, I have a confession, and that’s that I have been struggling.

One thing they don’t tell you before you leave to study abroad is how much you have to rely on yourself. Over the past three years, I have built up an incredible support system at home and Notre Dame. I was wary to leave it for a semester, but I told myself that I would be brave. Bravery is overrated. I feel like I’ve lost days telling myself to be brave and only feeling less solid.

I’ve been hanging out with my good friend Anxiety quite a bit here in Dublin. I am not afraid nor ashamed to admit that my study abroad life isn’t all rainbows and good craic (although the majority of it is). Without going into too much detail, I wish I would have better prepared myself with proper resources in the case of events that threw me off. As much as I love each day in Dublin, lately they have been tinged with struggles to remember my self-worth. In the past month, I have been shocked by the complete lack of respect that both people close to me and people I hardly knew have shown towards me. If you are reading this and think it applies to you, then it probably does. I am wholeheartedly disappointed in the breaking of trust and I want it to be known and recognized.

Doubt of my self-worth is something I have carried for a while now. I wish I had readied myself for rebuilding it while an ocean away from those that I leaned on before. Do not get me wrong: I feel unbelievably lucky to be here, and I am wowed each day by the love and joy that everyone in the Dublin program gives me. However, I would be telling a false story if I pretended if everything was good always.

So today I’m dropping those pretenses. Behind my pretty pictures and interesting stories, it is still me behind it all. I still have days when it is hard to get out of bed, and days when I wish I could be anyone and anywhere else. I still have days when friends have to text me to remind to eat regular meals, and days when going to all of my classes is the crowning achievement of the week.

However, the real me is still traveling on the weekends and sipping half-pints on weekdays and laughing when she can despite it all. If anything, I want people to know, especially those of you who haven’t studied abroad yet, that it is okay to not feel like you have it all together and that your life isn’t always a dream while you are abroad. You are a human being and you will feel all kinds of emotions during this growing time – even low and bad ones.

There have been countless moments during these past few weeks when I have thought to myself, ‘You almost missed this’ and I have never felt so proud to have made it to another year, another birthday, to this semester. These are the moments that remind me that with each rough morning, there is a bright day, a lovely evening and a joyous week. These are the moments I am grateful to be here and to be alive, to have made it and persisted.

Okay, hard and heavy over – what have I been up to? Two weekends ago I spent 48 hours in Amsterdam, and it really is a strange city. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I thought it was beautiful, and that the architecture and canals were lovely, but the whole vibe of the city was difficult to put a finger on. Seeing the infamous Red Light district in action on Saturday night left an ugly taste on my tongue. It was the first time that I had seen prostitution in action, and although it’s legal and decently regulated in the Netherlands, all I could think of was the human trafficking and slavery that was still likely going on. I have always been one to support the legalization of prostitution, but after that weekend I wasn’t so sure. I supported making prostitution safer and regulated, but in doing so, did I condone the selling of bodies for pleasure? I was unsure of my stance, and the persistent weed stank did not thrill me either. The diversity of the city struck me as well. Ireland struggles when it comes to diversity, so seeing more people of color and hearing a wider variety of languages was both confusing and fresh at the same time.

Amsterdam was exhausting – I rarely had a break and I was ready to return to Dublin on Sunday evening. This past weekend I traveled with Notre Dame to North Ireland, where we toured Belfast and learned about its bloody and heartbreaking history. We visited the peace wall, which stretches 30 miles and still separates Catholics and Protestants to this day. One of our tour guides was actually part of the Protestant para-military group, and it was odd to be so close to a man who had killed other men. My favorite part of this trip was Saturday night, when we walked over to Sheep Island after dinner and the sky was so big and crammed with stars. It was nearly pitch black, and we all climbed up onto a large rock and sang songs. I love stars, and every time I can see so many my heart is full. We took a moment of silence to be still, and it was the coolest thing to be under a blanket of stars with the sound of the sea crashing onto the shore.

What’s the future hold? I have fully booked each weekend for travel up until Easter, and I am thrilled to think about the adventures that lie ahead in Scotland, Vienna, Budapest, Prague, Lisbon, Madrid, Barcelona, Rome, London and more. I also signed up for a half marathon in Connemara the weekend of my 21st, and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad idea. It’s supposed to beautiful and I’m itching to get back into my running shoes regularly again – let’s hope my old lady knees can make it through.

Ending with some snapshots again:

 

The light in me honors the light in you,
Sus

 

 

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One glass of mulled wine

Well, this is awkward.

I remember telling myself a month ago that I would be updating this blog regularly. I’m a little embarrassed to be finally writing a post about my time so far in Dublin, but here goes. I promise that I won’t be super rambly.

One month in: some thoughts

I don’t like change and I never have. I was dead nervous to get on the plane in Philadelphia and throw my familiar life to the wind for a semester in another country. I was not thrilled, and the days leading up to the flight I could hardly sleep and my anxiety was on an all-time high.

I did get on the plane, and to my own surprise, I landed in Dublin.

The first week was odd. The first day was borderline miserable. As cool as it was to be in a new country, trying to keep my eyes open after an overnight flight and also absorb the new sights and sounds was not. The next few days were strange because it felt like a short vacation. I kept thinking that after a week I would be packing up again and going home to Notre Dame. It made me really sad to think about my friends back on campus – especially the ones that I hadn’t seen since May.

The first week was also a lot better than I could have imagined. I met some incredible humans that I have grown close with this past month, and have laughed louder and smiled more than I had in a while. We went dancing, we drank cheap mixed drinks, and we sipped beer at pubs (but I had tea. I hate beer. THERE I SAID IT!). I still got nervous when a bouncer looked at my real ID even though it was 1. real and 2. I was very much over the age of 18. During the first weekend, we took a day trip to the pretty coastal town of Bray, where we went on a lengthy cliff walk and I wished I could have stayed in the fresh air forever.

The second week didn’t go as well.

It was the first week of class, and I was as frazzled as I was during the first week of freshman year. I had no idea where anything was but I felt more like an outsider this time. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb – not only was I American, but Ireland is also 84.5% Caucasian and I was a rare breed.

The highlights of the week were the times spent at O’Connell House, which is the Notre Dame center in Dublin. It is truly a special place, and everyone who works there tries their best to help you feel at home.

The second week we started planning trips for the semester. To say it was stressful is an understatement. My friend Katelyn and I decided to visit our sweet friend at Oxford University during our first travel weekend. I was relieved that it was a close distance and that we would be staying with a friend.

The second weekend was spent in Sligo at the Yeats Winter School. This weekend was horrific for many reasons and none of them had to do with Sligo or Yeats. I learned a lot from this weekend. I learned that trust should be earned, and not given. I learned that I had great people who I could lean on here. I learned that adjusting to a new support system during a rough time of mental health was more difficult than I anticipated. I learned that people who act kind to your face can sometimes treat you like trash when you’re not there. I learned that love is hard but it is always worth it.

Things started picking up the third week.

It was an odd week. I had been thrown an emotional curveball over the weekend, and I fell into a minor depressive episode. It was difficult to make it to my classes and keep a brave face, but I did my best and ultimately faked it till I made it.

The third week did have a great weekend to look forward to. Katelyn and I were finally on our way to visit Kelly! Kelly is a true gem of the earth. If you are lucky enough to know her, then you are incredibly lucky.

Our weekend at Oxford was truly magical – and it wasn’t just because a lot of Harry Potter was filmed there. From throwing pennies at a crew date to sipping afternoon tea and milk, it was a three days filled with good conversation and lots of joy. Oxford was gorgeous and quaint, modern and old-fashioned all at once.

It was a glass of mulled wine that finally got me out of my funk. The weekend in Sligo had left me feeling depressed and vulnerable, but on a Saturday night, over a fantastic glass of mulled wine, I realized how blessed I was. A few booked trips to Rome, Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Amsterdam, Barcelona and London (with more to come!) also made my life feel like an absolute dream.

I don’t think I’ll be able to adequately describe how much I needed that weekend, or how much better it made me feel. All I know is that I am grateful for the people and moments that made it special.

This first month has been no walk in the park.

This first month has also contained some of the sweetest and best moments of my life. Dublin is an amazing city – there is always something to do and something to see. I was never very much into vintage until I stopped in a few shops here, and my tea habit has exploded into something of a mild addiction (one could also argue that I may be mildly addicted to shopping).

There have also been a few days when I’ve really struggled with my mental health here. I’m naturally introverted, but I have been trying to be more social and outgoing here. I need to be more cognizant of taking alone time and keeping up with my journal (hopefully I won’t be ignoring my blog again).

Alright, that’s all I have for now. I promise that I’ll have more detailed posts in the future since I left a good number of moments out of this one. I’ll end with some snaps that I’ve taken in the past 30 days.

Also, to all of you that haven’t studied abroad yet – they don’t lie, the time DOES FLY. I have never felt so lucky.

The light in me honors the light in you,
Sus
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Weekends in Pitt

I am the happiest girl today.

I got to host my best friend Bert this weekend and it was a wonderful and precious 48 hours. We were lucky to be able to spend some quality time together before I went abroad for the semester.

It was Bert’s first time in years visiting Pittsburgh and his first time exploring the city with me. If you haven’t been to Pittsburgh, then you should come – and come hungry. While we wandered around downtown, we wished we could eat several lunches in order to try all of the restaurants.

This is my first “lifestyle” post, so I will let the pictures do most of the talking. Most of my posts while abroad will have this format, so it’s been fun to practice with this one.

We started the day at the University of Pittsburgh, where we played tourist at another university. Their main class building seriously looks like the inside of Hogwarts!

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On top of Mt. Washington – it was a gorgeous view, despite the near subzero temperatures. There was almost no one on the overlooks, but we (read: me) managed to track down some cool guys to take our picture. They were visiting from Miami and were flying a drone to catch awesome landscapes of the city.

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We stumbled on this fun little place for lunch. It’s called Pamela’s Diner and the food is SO GOOD. Bert gets corned beef hash with eggs over easy for nearly every meal and I went with the crepe hotcakes. 10/10 recommend this place!

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Finally stopped at this used bookstore I have been dying to go to for a while. Amazing Books is the coolest place. They have a great selection and a ton of vintage records as well. I spent too much time in this bookstore but I promised Bert we could go to the Army Navy store next door if he was patient.

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Bert was amazed by all the places to eat out that were by my house. We decided on this meatball joint, Emporio, for his last lunch before heading home. If you’re ever in town, you HAVE to check out this place.

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And that’s a wrap! Make sure and hit me up next time you’re in town.

The light in me honors the light in you,
Sus
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Year’s end: what I’ve learned

I’m currently wrapped up in a blanket on the couch watching Fantastic Mr. Fox. It’s a marvelous stop motion film, and an artistic spectacle. I had to do a 30-second long stop motion film for my art class last semester, and it took me eight hours. I couldn’t even imagine doing a 1.5 hour long movie. I am loving it more than my twelve-year-old sister, which is fine because I have a strange love of animated children’s movies.

I’ve seen a lot of blog posts about what people did or did not do in 2016.

I thought about doing my own, but I didn’t want it to devolve into a listicle (made famous by Buzzfeed, often used by the Odyssey Online, accompanied by gifs). I thought it would be more important to talk about what I learned this year.

I did lots of things. I laughed, I cried, I started this blog, I moved into a new dorm, I loved, I met new people, I looked at art, I sat by the ocean, I fell in love with consignment boutiques, I painted, I drew, I spent hours in the lab, I read many books, I tried to learn how to knit, I drank too many bottles of wine – and that’s only the beginning. I also didn’t do a lot of things. I didn’t learn how to knit, I didn’t say no to more wine, I didn’t get an internship, I didn’t fully mend lost friendships, I didn’t get straight As, I didn’t publish a paper, I didn’t stop being passive aggressive and I didn’t become the perfect girlfriend.

I did, however, learn a lot of things.

In 2016, I was admitted to the hospital with the worst panic attack of my life. I was shaking, I couldn’t breathe and I was on the brink of losing consciousness. I kept being told by people that I would be fine, but I wanted to grab them by the lapel and scream at them that I was dying. I was close to passing out but I fought it because I was worried that if I did I wouldn’t wake up. It was horrifying. I lay on a bed in the hallway of an ER and in those two hours I learned that it was no longer okay to hide my anxiety and depression from others, including my family. I learned that honesty was the best policy, and I would not be able to heal until I admitted that I had a real problem. At that point, I had battled two bouts of depression and didn’t want to fall to my anxiety. I thought the best way to end my anxiety was to avoid it. I didn’t begin to heal until I faced my problem head on and did a good deal of hard work throughout the semester in order to reach a solid place.

I kept my hospital bracelet from that night. They spelled my name wrong, and for that night I was Susan ShanZhu. Looking back, I think it’s oddly fitting that they had messed it up. It was almost as if, at the climax of my anxiety and panic attacks, I was no longer myself. I wasn’t. When I am feeling anxious, it is because another, foreign part of me is creating false feelings and ideas that my brain cannot comprehend. My anxiety took over my life for the summer, and I had to dig myself out of a hole in which I had lost 10 unnecessary pounds and also couldn’t fall asleep at night. I learned that to fight anxiety I had to fight it head on and give it all I could give. I still do. I wake up each day and fight to breathe easy. It is worth it.

In 2016, I had to uproot my life and move across campus. I missed my old life and the way that it had been. I missed laughing with precious friends that I thought I would have for life and who would accompany me down the aisle when I finally decided to get married. I missed the comforts of knowing where everything was and knowing who everyone was. I missed the home that I had built myself for the first 1.5 years of college. I learned that no matter what, true friendships make it. Friendships are relationships – they flow and ebb with time, and they get hard. People grow apart. But in 2016, I made some of my best friends and strengthened many old friendships. I didn’t want to just make friends who would walk me down the aisle – I wanted friends that I could celebrate small victories with, cry on shoulders with, eat too many veggie fries with and sit on the couch with. I truly would not have made it through this year without the friends that I am unbelievably lucky to call mine.

In 2016, I made a lot of big decisions. I decided I wanted to live for myself. I decided to commit to spending abroad, even though I hate change and the thought of it still terrifies me and I leave in 16 days. I decided I no longer wanted to be defined by my relationship. I’m the type that gets a little lost when she’s in a long-term relationship. I decided to pick up running and then I decided to stop when I realized I was doing it unhealthily. I decided that I wanted to see the best in everyone even when it was hard. I decided it was time to take more drastic measures to address my depression and save my life. I decided I didn’t want to lose hope.

In 2016, my heart was broken. On November 10, I woke up in a strange daze. I had an exam that day and I feel like I took it on autopilot. I was unsure of the world I lived in and definitely felt off-balance. For the first time in a while, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to work in civil service and government after graduation. I no longer knew if that was an environment I wanted to be in, let alone grow in. However, I, and millions of others, learned to accept the outcome and continue to fight for what set our souls on fire. Even with an unexpected (and not particularly welcomed) outcome, we still lived in a country where we could openly debate our ideas and defend our values. I woke up that morning and I still felt moderately safe, because I knew that no matter what happened, there would be someone fighting for me.

Most of all, faith. I learned to have faith.

I hate saying that I learned to have faith because it sounds really cheesy. However, I’ll say because I mean it.

None of what I mentioned above would have been possible if I hadn’t had faith. Even on the worst days, when I had forgotten to take my medicine the night before and couldn’t get out of bed, I tried to have faith that these days would be fewer in the future. I still have faith. I have discovered numerous resources this year, and the fact that the world seems to be paying more attention to mental health. Here’s a link to one I recently found: http://philome.la/jace_harr/you-feel-like-shit-an-interactive-self-care-guide/play. I love how it is simply called “You feel like shit” because most of the time that’s the best to describe how you’re feeling. I used it the other night and it was a great way to ground myself.

I think resolutions are silly.

I think they’re a clever way to put goals off. I don’t have to start until the new year. Sound familiar? A new year should be a fresh start, but not to cross things off a list. If you resolve to do anything this year, you should resolve to be more willing to learn. Life happens, and in the course of a year you do a lot of things and don’t do a lot of things. But the thing is, life isn’t a laundry list of “things done and not done.” Those things don’t really matter. What matters is what you learn from those things. Get proposed to? You learned that you didn’t want to get married. Get injured? You learned that it’s a stupid idea to push your luck with your jank knee. Fail an exam? You learned that pulling three all-nighters in a row is horrible for you. Break up with your significant other? You learned what you actually want in a relationship and that each love is different.

Do what you want in 2017 – just make sure you learn from it.

Hats off to another year!

The light in me honors the light in you,
Sus

 

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Mondays and the case for journaling

I kind of like Mondays.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like waking up early. You can ask my roommate Emily about that. I hated waking up before noon-thirty unless I had class. People talking loudly in the hallway at 10:30 AM? Don’t you know others are still trying to sleep?

But in another sense, Mondays are kind of like airports. I like airports because they always give this air of possibility. It is the coolest thing to stand in the middle of a busy airport and watch people run to terminals. Are they running to the person they love? Are they running away from their problems? Are they trying to escape into a new life? Are they running towards a scary new beginning? Mondays kind of have that effect. The whole week lies ahead – where will this week go? This could be the week I wake up before 10 AM every day.

This Monday I’m awake before 10 AM (surprise!). I told my little sister that I would play some tennis this morning, and I am excited to catch up with a dear friend later. This Monday I am excited because in exactly two more Mondays I will be hopping on the plane at Phil-AX (?) and crossing the Emerald Isle.

I have packing lists to finish, clothes to organize and books to read before that can happen. I also have healthy habits to pick up before my solo venture begins.

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On me: Nordstrom jacket, J.Crew scarf 

I started journaling again last night.

I have been telling myself to restart journaling, but it felt really good to finally start. I know that this sounds cheesy, but nothing compares to hashing things out on a piece of paper. The best thing about paper? Paper is patient, understanding and non-judgmental like no human – no matter how special – can be.

I love journaling for its intimacy and ability to get everything out there. I have doubts and insecurities that I only feel comfortable sharing with myself. It is the weirdest thing to see all the things I keep in my head on paper.

Journaling was a habit I wanted to pick up again before I left. It’s something that I recommend that all of you do. There is no better way to lay out all of your hopes, dreams and ideas. I made a list last night of all the ways I hoped to grow this coming year and it was absolutely wonderful.

What’s on your list for 2017? I hope it includes picking up a nice notebook (I can help! I have an unhealthy love for stationary) and a good ballpoint pen.

The light in me honors the light in you,

Sus

 

 

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