Over the course of the past few months, when it came down to me prioritizing what was most important, writing and reflection fell to the bottom of the list. And I can honestly tell you, that I felt the effects that it had on me.

There was a few ambitious days, when I found a topic that I felt passionately about, I would jot down a few lines in a notebook and promised myself “I’ll come back to that” and as I was cleaning my house this weekend, I found all those notes of thoughts and feelings that I had wanted to express but I never even gave myself the chance.

My blog isn’t one where I post the latest fashion trends or my favorite makeup tips (as if I had any to give, HA) or my reviews of the latest pop culture. My posts are about me and my life and the way I view things around me.

I do this for myself.

I do it because everyone needs a way to get things off their chest. I do it because writing out my words on a page and being able to read my stream of consciousness ramblings helps me make sense of the way I interpret things around me, whether it be my relationships with those around me or something as simple as things I notice about this life. I do it because it’s a way for me to be open and honest and hold myself accountable even if only my family members are the only ones ever reading my posts.

These past few months have been rough for me. A lot of things have come up that I’ve been internalizing and bottling up, and I finally reached my breaking point. I realized that I wasn’t upset over just the singular issue, but that I was upset over the culmination of all of the things I hadn’t given myself the chance to feel and process.

So this is my updated New Year’s Resolution, my new and improved goal for 2018: To continue to prioritize myself and my needs. To always make time for myself, to be a little selfish when I need to be. I loved the person that I was becoming and I never want to lose sight of her.

Self-love is really a foundation for everything, and however you practice or express that is so, soimportant. 

xoxo, J

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Written by Jazmyn Patterson

Be Silly. Be Honest. Be Kind. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

2 comments

  1. Somehow you took my thoughts ALL the way back to the first few days in the dorm room at Defiance before majority of students started arriving. There was loneliness, certainly, especially when you heard the student dorm staff chatting with each other, and I wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about. But there was never doubt or regret about being there. I knew I was where I’d wanted to be, and I could rely on myself to make it there. I think I’m most proud of myself that I was never afraid.

    I see in you all of that and more. More, because you take the time to reflect on what is going on with your life, and within you. I think that’s what makes you stronger, happier. I am so incredibly proud of you, and love you.

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  2. Somehow you took my thoughts ALL the way back to the first few days in the dorm room at Defiance before majority of students started arriving. There was loneliness, certainly, especially when you heard the student dorm staff chatting with each other, and I wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about. But there was never doubt or regret about being there. I knew I was where I’d wanted to be, and I could rely on myself to make it there. I think I’m most proud of myself that I was never afraid.

    I see in you all of that and more. More, because you take the time to reflect on what is going on with your life, and within you. I think that’s what makes you stronger, happier. I am so incredibly proud of you, and love you.

    Like

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