To say that my neglect for this blog has been abysmal would be a great, great understatement.
I have realized that in the past, having a blog has been something I’ve really enjoyed. The reason for that? I’m not quite sure. It’s not like I ever had some booming success with my blog. I didn’t have much interaction, other than an occasional comment here and there. In high school it was a venue for me to share funny stories, post pictures, and scribe some vague, angsty thoughts that brewed from hormones and high school.
Since I began college, it hasn’t been as consistent, and I almost feel I’ve given into an idea that what I’m writing isn’t marketable. Who really cares what I’m saying? What is my niche? Isn’t this just like all of the other zoobie blogs that is relatively unimpressive and unoriginal?
Maybe. But, I guess those aren’t the reasons I blogged for in the past, and I may have lost sight of that.
Even though in school it’s awful and stressful and time consuming, writing is something I actually enjoy. I have lists and lists of things that I could do better in my writing when it comes to research papers and press releases. However, Having a space where I can just express ideas, tell stories, and record experiences is healthy and helpful for me.
There’ll be typos. Fragmented sentences for sure. But, considering the thought to start blogging again has prompted my mind consistently for the past few months, I guess I’ll give in.
To the two people (if that) that may stumble across this, WELCOME. This is a safe place.
Being nineteen and from Provo, Utah, and having attended BYU, it’s pretty safe to say that it’s expected that the great majority of my friends of the male persuasion are currently serving missions for the LDS Church. Those of you who know me already know that it’s often a topic of conversation. And those of you who don’t know me already… Well, you’ve been warned.
One of my best friends from my freshman year at BYU, Davis, sent me a letter last week. After relaying some of the details of his current area, as well as reflecting on some of the memories from last school year, he said, “Some days I really miss BYU and good old Freshman Year and wish I could be there. But other days I never want to leave here. The mission is like a bed of roses. It’s beautiful when you step back and look at it, but when you’re in it, boy can you feel the thorns.”
I have been thinking about that last part ever since I read it. How true that is. When I think back to different experiences and times in my life (high school, for example), I have such great memories and perceptions of those times. When I really think about it, though, it was hard. No part of this life is easy. Some parts just aren’t as hard as others. But that’s the beauty of it–we can look at it from a different perspective, and see it for all its magnitude and beauty.
Things aren’t easy. They’re never going to be. We’re gonna go over bumps, and collect a few thorns in our sides along the way, but that will make the end ever sweeter.
Guys, there’s some gosh darn gorgeous roses in the world! Go find yours.