Ever since I got my first smart phone five years ago, I was quick to jump on as many social media platforms as I possibly could. When you first join Instagram, you immediately want to start posting as much as you can as often as you can. Eventually, you look through your profile and see a long string of photos of ordinary items with half-assed filters slapped onto them. My own Instagram profile has lived many different lifetimes. I went through the phase of posting every mundane thing that was going on in my daily life. I became that annoying friend you never wanted to hang out with because he insisted on making everyone wait to eat their food to take a photo “for the gram.” For awhile, I posted selfies with pretentious captions to make myself look ~brooding~ or ~cultured~ (Disclaimer: I am neither of those things). Nowadays, I do try to maintain some kind of a consistent theme with my photos, trying to incorporate the same filter and color schemes with each photo I take – which, let me tell you, is no easy task. There was a point over the past five years that I’ve participated in daily challenges in order to maintain a constant presence on the platform, while also challenging yourself creatively. If you are an Instagram glutton like myself, here are several challenges I, as well as my friends, have participated in over the past several years.
It’s been about six months since I’ve finished school, and I’ve done the usual things one is expected to accomplish post-grad: I got a full time job, I’m paying off bills quicker, and I’m taking reasonable steps towards future career goals while still basking in the freedom from homework, exams, and day to day interaction with other jaded students. There have also been transitions that I’ve been undergoing that I wasn’t at all anticipating, mostly having to do with my relationships with the people who are (and were) in my life. When you’re in school, despite how cynical you may have become due to the curve balls life throws at you, you still maintain somewhat of a rose-colored glasses perspective, especially with your friendships. There comes a point in college where you realize you’re basically an adult, which translates to thinking that the other young adults in your life have to remain there forever. For some, this may be true, but the reality is that just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean that you’re done growing. As people grow up, sometimes people grow at different times, in different directions, and ultimately apart.
Staring down the barrel of their mid-20’s, a lot of young people are eager to make changes in their lives, whether that be pursuing a job opportunity, finishing school, going back to school, or finding a significant other. As I came to the tail end of my undergraduate days, I was beginning to feel that itch. Similar to a lot of young people, I was in the midst of going through life changes as well, and wanted each change to physically manifest itself for all to see. That’s when I decided to pull the trigger and dye my hair, which turned into an interesting journey as I went through the slew of colors.
Since I started this blog, I’ve found that people have become more and more interested in what I thought about certain topics, what my opinions are with current events, and/or my take on certain celebrities and their goings-on. On almost all occasions, I’ve found myself responding with something along the lines of “Oh, I don’t know,” or “I don’t have an opinion about that,” or “I shouldn’t have an opinion on that.” But I was thinking about this the other day, and I realized that I do have opinions (*gasp*), but I tend to just push them to the back of my mind. Why? Because as I find myself eavesdropping on conversations, I formulate my opinion on the topic at hand, but nine times out of ten, my opinion is the unpopular one, and so I just keep everything in my back pocket. Well now my back pocket is getting full, and it’s time to empty out some space and brain dump my unpopular opinions on you fine folk. (I apologize if any of these things offend anyone. But then again, #sorrynotsorry).
One Saturday morning in February, well into the chaos of Winter Quarter, I found myself drowning in obligations and work I needed to get done. I needed to work on a group assignment for my math class, had a fellowship application I needed to complete, and some much needed Bible lettering I was itching to do as well. I knew none of this would get done if I stayed within the confines of my bedroom, and going to the library wasn’t a particularly attractive option, either. I realized that it had been awhile since I went out and visited a new coffee shop. My list of recommendations from friends was extensive and growing, and so I figured what better time to finally check out some of these places.
Within an hour, I found myself sitting on an uneven chair at a table that was barely big enough to fit my laptop in a cramped space in the middle of downtown Pomona. While the latte I ordered was tasty, the space itself wasn’t very comfortable. I packed my things and decided to go to the next place that was on my list. Here, I found myself sitting in a plastic chair that felt like it would give at any moment, in a crowded space with no WiFi, with hard metal blasting over the speakers. It didn’t help that the drink I ordered was sub-par, either. I sat there and thought what an incredibly unlucky day for me to go out and try something new. Both of these coffee shops came to me under the recommendations of friends who knew that going out and getting work done in a coffee shop was one of my favorite things to do. I then realized that while I like to think that I’m open when it comes to what kind of coffee shop I like to visit, the truth is probably that my taste is far more refined than I would like to believe. So if you ever have a coffee shop suggestion you would like to give me, while I will still make note of it in the notes app on my phone, I do have a few things I like to consider before visiting any place new.
I kicked off last year’s Blogmas series with a list of my favorite things from November, and I am here once again to provide you with this year’s favorites. In last year’s list, I included things that weren’t necessarily tangible, such as places that I visited that month or a TV show I really enjoyed. This year, whether it matters to you or not, I decided to take a small step away from the more abstract items, and include physical objects that I enjoyed this month.
Hello friends, and welcome to this year’s Blogmas series. In case you weren’t following this blog around this time last year, the goal for the month of December is to blog every single day until Christmas, as the title of the series may or may not suggest. Last year, since I was juggling two jobs, school, and other student obligations, blogging everyday for almost a month was probably a bit too ambitious, resulting in me skipping a few days here and there, and stopping at day 15 of the series. I tried to be a little bit smarter about it this year, and I’m determined to get as close to the 25 day mark as I can, skipping as few days as possible.
Since the first day of December happens to fall at the end of the work week, I figured what better way to start off this year’s Blogmas (and end my month-long hiatus) with a How Wow Pow Chow. Again, for those of us new here, this is another series that I had going for a hot second, where I would reflect on the week by answering the following questions:
- How has God been working in your life this week?
- What is something great that happened this week?
- What is something that happened this week that wasn’t so great?
- Any noteworthy food you ate this past week?
Without further ado, here is the first post for Blogmas 2017.
I have officially reached level 24 in the game of life today, which means it’s time for a special birthday post. Last year, I posted 23 Things I Wish I Could Tell My Younger Self, and the year before that, I posted 22 Lessons I Learned In 22 Years. Since those two posts are very closely related, I wanted to avoid doing another generic “xx Lessons I Learned in xx Years,” as well as the usual introspective post I tend to default to. After a long list of ideas and suggestions for birthday posts, I finally settled on this one, where I’m going to share and explain 24 things I keep in my shoe box of memories. If you frequent this blog often, or have read my latest posts, it should come as no surprise that I’m an incredibly sentimental person. Every gift, photo, card, letter, and knick knack has accumulated into a shoe box I keep tucked away in my closet that I go through every so often. Since I obviously can’t share every single artifact that I’ve collected over the years, I recruited the help of my roommates (hey Reece and Conor) to choose 24 random things from my box that I could share with you, the reader, to salute my 24 years here on Earth. Without further ado, here are 24 memories from my special shoe box.
During the span of the 3 months following graduation, I can safely say that I’ve done a fair share of introspection, reflection, and self-discovery. This was the first time in awhile where I felt like I was truly ending one chapter of my life and beginning a new one as I said goodbye to my undergraduate days and dove headfirst into true adulthood. Just this summer, I earned my Bachelor’s degree, watched one of my best friends get married, reconnected with people I’d lost contact with, and silently cheered on other friends as they began new and exciting adventures in their own lives. Despite all of these huge strides my friends and I have taken in the short summer, the one thing that I’ve been spending a lot of my time reflecting on was moving house – not once, but twice – and the emotions and conclusions that came along with it.