shannon [shan-NEN] : "small, wise one"
Fast forward three whole years since I wrote a post, considered writing a post, hell! fast forward three whole years since I even signed on to this blog. I find myself on a grey and steamy Tuesday afternoon signing in and taking a virtual trip down memory lane. And how things have changed.
Particularly in 2014. Reading the About Me tab brings a lot of self-reflection, contemplation and a tinge of sadness. As a 23 year old I now love pumpkin and my boyfriend Taylor- he is no longer my boyfriend. He is my fiancé! (What a fancy and pretty word, that I secretly enjoy saying.)
2014 was a pretty terrible year to put it lightly, we lost my Dad suddenly to a heart attack and our world was turned upside down and inside out. You simply cannot empathize with someone who is grieving until you experience grief first hand, and the lessons it brings along the way. Life changed as we knew it, not having Dad around became the new 'normal' which when I think about it is the furthest thing from normal at all. Missing someone is an all-consuming emotion, making everything else in comparison a little blurry around the edges.
An avid reader and writer, the passion I once felt for the written word slowly dissolved and I struggled to finish reading a simple novel. At the start of this year, I decided to reignite the love I had for reading and set myself a goal to read as many books as I used to. That's where signing back into this blog comes in. I only meant to take a little trip down memory lane and re-read the words I had written but lo and behold I find myself clicking on the New Post tab and my fingers brushing across the keys. And man, I must admit it feels pretty damn good.
So bear with me, getting back into the writing saddle might be a little tricky when your fingers are a little rusty (and your brain is a little dusty- rhyming already?). Giddy-up cowgirl.
My name is Shannon. I'm actually quite tall and not yet all that wise. I hate writer's block. I like to write. In my perfect world, the words I speak would flow as easily as the words I put down from pen to paper (or keyboard to screen). I used to be an intern setting out to make journalism my niche. That is until, my life took a left hand turn and I found myself working and studying as a preschool teacher... and absolutely adoring it. Amid the dirty nappies and noisy tantrums, I have found children to be the most honest of people. They will bring you down to size and teach you a few life lessons in no time. Magazines and books are still my thing, I love the feel of them, the look of them and the escape I feel when reading them. I am your regular, run of the mill twenty-one year old. My clothes aren't designer and I don't have a fancy camera although I do have big dreams and the ability to put a sentence together. I have a boyfriend named Taylor I absolutely adore, a family I love coming home to and friends who are the life of the party. I think Jack Johnson and the Naked and Famous are musical geniuses and I don't think pumpkin should have ever been considered edible. I want to travel, I want to go places, I want to explore this wonderful world I live in. I think everything happens for a reason and serendipity is a wonderful thing.
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Fast forward three whole years since I wrote a post, considered writing a post, hell! fast forward three whole years since I even signed on to this blog. I find myself on a grey and steamy Tuesday afternoon signing in and taking a virtual trip down memory lane. And how things have changed.
Particularly in 2014. Reading the About Me tab brings a lot of self-reflection, contemplation and a tinge of sadness. As a 23 year old I now love pumpkin and my boyfriend Taylor- he is no longer my boyfriend. He is my fiancé! (What a fancy and pretty word, that I secretly enjoy saying.)
2014 was a pretty terrible year to put it lightly, we lost my Dad suddenly to a heart attack and our world was turned upside down and inside out. You simply cannot empathize with someone who is grieving until you experience grief first hand, and the lessons it brings along the way. Life changed as we knew it, not having Dad around became the new 'normal' which when I think about it is the furthest thing from normal at all. Missing someone is an all-consuming emotion, making everything else in comparison a little blurry around the edges.
An avid reader and writer, the passion I once felt for the written word slowly dissolved and I struggled to finish reading a simple novel. At the start of this year, I decided to reignite the love I had for reading and set myself a goal to read as many books as I used to. That's where signing back into this blog comes in. I only meant to take a little trip down memory lane and re-read the words I had written but lo and behold I find myself clicking on the New Post tab and my fingers brushing across the keys. And man, I must admit it feels pretty damn good.
So bear with me, getting back into the writing saddle might be a little tricky when your fingers are a little rusty (and your brain is a little dusty- rhyming already?). Giddy-up cowgirl.
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