If you spent any time around me in the final week or two of the semester you know how sad I was that sophomore year was coming to a close. This was a really good year. And even though I knew that (most) all of us would be back together on Colgate’s campus in a couple months (@seniors we will miss you), sophomore year was something special for reasons I can’t pinpoint and it was sad to think that this moment, this year, was nearly over.
The article I published just after spring break a couple of weeks ago was a compilation of pictures from throughout the week. And, if I’m being honest, when I posted that article I thought it was kind of a cop-out. Next to articles about mental health it just really didn’t seem very important. Here I am though, a mere two weeks later, posting another compilation of pictures because I have realized that …
a. pictures are important.
b. these are memories worth sharing.
Two years ago to the day I embarked on a road trip from my home in New Jersey to the White Mountains in New Hampshire and, if you know me, you know that I would do close to anything to relive this week. And so, because pictures are important and memories are worth sharing, here are a few of my favorite moments from that one week two years ago.
I took a momentary pause from posting last week because I was on spring break. I finally had a moment to breathe and the chance to step off colgate’s campus and back into life back home and decided that it would be a week without the blog.
Many of my friends took spring break as a chance to escape the bitter cold and snow-covered upstate new york and set off for warmer weather in places like florida, mexico, and the caribbean. I headed home to new jersey.
Going home for spring break is unlike going home for many other breaks. While most colleges have overlapping thanksgiving, winter, and summer breaks – spring break can fall at different times for everyone. Going home I had the chance to see some of my friends who happened to have time off at the same time I did, but I also had a chance to just do me for a week. I had a week free of obligation and time to invest just in myself.
I spent a lot of time in my house, and more specifically in my bed or on my couch listening to music and bouncing between various Netflix shows. I spent a lot of time at farmhouse cafe & eatery (which for those of you who know me from home should not come as too much of a surprise). I spent a lot of time with my dogs. I spent a lot of time just with myself.
And you could call that boring or sad or just me being lazy for a week. But you can also see it as a week of self-care and self-love. That is the way I like to think of it.
And so this week on the blog I just wanted to share some pictures from the week. Mostly of my dog. Occasionally of food and coffee. Mostly in black and white.
There’s this video that I’ve started watching most mornings before I head out the door. I started making this a habit about three weeks ago and, it sounds absurd and a little bit silly, but I genuinely feel like it changes how I approach the day. I have listened to people, especially my dad, go on and on about the importance of mindfulness and meditation and how even just taking a few moments out of your day to sit with your thoughts can really change your mindset. And I kind of got it. I mean it always made sense to me. I just never really took the steps to do that in my own life. And really, I don’t even know if this habit of watching this little video every morning counts. But it feels like mindfulness. It feels like reflection. It feels important. And it feels like something other people should do, or even just something people should know is out there.
I mentioned in my last post that as I entered the new year I had scheduled the articles that would go up in January and February. Around Christmastime I was talking with one of my friends at home and she was asking me about my blog and my plans for the year and asked to hear what articles were on the horizon. I shared my ideas with her and she asked me if I could write an article about being alone on Valentine’s Day. I told her, without really thinking about it, that I would. But as the past month has come and gone and I have thought more and more about an article about Valentine’s Day I’ve found myself at a loss for words.
This blog turns one tomorrow. That feels pretty crazy to me.
I was scrolling through my blog this morning and re-reading some of my old posts. Eventually I reached the very end of my feed and came across the article that I debuted this site with. It’s titled what you have to say matters. It is, at least to me, a kind of bizarre experience to re-read your own words and to be struck by them the way this article struck me this morning. I had written the article to share with other people yet this morning it felt like someone else had written it just for me.
Today is the first day of a new you. Isn’t it? January 1st, 2018. It’s a brand new year. New year, new you. That is the promise that you made yourself. Wasn’t it? That despite the fact that you woke up on yet another January 1st with a champagne hangover and remnants of glittery makeup down your cheek that this year would be different.
I was certainly no stranger to camp when I walked into Ramaquois for the first time last summer – I had been a camper at a different camp for 8 years and worked at another camp for 2 years. I knew Ramaquois was going to be different from my previous camp experiences but a part of me still thought that camp was camp was camp and yeah it would be different but like how different could it really be?
I hope that today isn’t just another day for you. I hope that today means something to you. Because as much as it is an anniversary for my dad and my family, it is also an anniversary for you.