Am I Missing Out? :

I had just finished locking up the store I work out at night and I was passing the collection of fellow students in the lobby of my building. They were dressed up for no reason, laughing, chatting, and wondering what last minute plans they should make. For the first time in awhile I wondered if I was missing out.

I spend a lot of time trying to remind myself of the positives that have come with my life changing so drastically and so quickly. I have grown up, became a more understanding person, learned a new sort of strength, learned to love myself, learned to take it slow and learned to to speak out when I feel like someone should. I do all of this because it’s too easy to get pulled into the bad. No one wants to get stuck in a swamp of negativity.

However, I don’t think I am reminded of the bad. Maybe, I think I am reminded of the sad part of nostalgia. When I see them I am reminded of how I remember being. There were a lot less fears and a lot more risks for the joy of adventure. I could stay up as late and as far as I needed too to keep the thrill of it all going. Everything around me I wanted to experience. It’s so different to how I am now.

Now, I am a person who fights anxiety and fears about leaving my home to be a part of the world again. I am a person who makes lists on what I’ll need and where I can find things in case of an emergency. The odds are weighed before every move I make because it feels like that is the only way I can live. The silly little things I used to laugh about feel like scheduled in hassles.

I have gotten over not being able to remember how I used to be. It’s natural for people to change. Seeing people my age though like that reminds me of parts of myself I didn’t know I missed. I never thought I would miss being foolish, or jumping before I looked where I was going, or making mistakes because I had no idea what was going on or loving to be outdoors to feel the wind on my skin. I was someone who wanted to experience it all and dreamed of going everywhere. When did this change? When did I think that it was okay?

I know I am a different person and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Seeing them though reminds that I have let myself miss out. I have become so wrapped up in trying to stay on task, do things well and manage the unmanageable illness that I forgot to just do the things I like about life. I’ve been forgetting to live. I was letting the pain get to me more then I realized.

I think next weekend I am going to go to archery. Maybe I’ll go to the dog park near my apartment or to a cat cafe in the city. Maybe I’ll even just go for a walk.

I think we need to enjoy life again. What’s the point of being a warrior unless you are fighting for what you enjoy?

I.L. Knight

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Traveling Song – Ryn Weaver

 

What On Earth Have I Done :

This may come as a shocker to most people, but I am decent with money. Well, the majority of the parts of it. I am great at saving it, investing it, drawing bottom lines of it or finding deals with it. However, I am not that adept at earning it. I don’t know whether you would say it is a lack of trade skills, resolution or work ethic, but I prefer to call it just a weird dissemblance in natural ability/luck.

However, I now find myself in a sticky situation. All I have is international credit cards and no way to really get cash in China (as in a steady stream of it in a reliable easy way). The reason why? I didn’t prepare enough… I mean don’t get me wrong, I did. Prepareth I have done.

The problem is there was so many other bigger reasons for me to cripple to my anxiety with that I forgot to do the important parts of the preparing for China. (1) I forgot to remind my mom that I can’t use an international card for everything and that means I’ll need cash in our joint account. (2) I forgot that I can’t rely on my mom 100%…

I’m not trying to be mean here, I’m just saying the fault is mine. I was curled up and ridden with anxiety about the stuff that seemed big and world ending that I forgot to secure the details… I forgot that I have to be almost completely independent in China and that asking for help can be too much for mom to handle at times…or my grandparents (for the different reasons that they).

Maybe, in a funny way again going to China has made me like a kid again – the closest I could ever get with my old old soul.

Now, I just need to find some money….since I can’t survive a 2nd day on RMB15….

I.L. Knight

p.s. I am already huuunnggrrrryyy

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Money Money Money – Mamma Mia

 

 

 

 

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