Time Heals

Time is nature's best healer.

This year, i've definitely grown up in unexpected avenues.

For one, it was my first time dealing with a heart break.

I used to be one of those girls who would roll their eyes at girls sobbing about their ex-boyfriends, and would wonder "Don't they realize that guys are not the end of the world?!"

Well, I was quick to judge, and I was blind sided. I became one of the girls that I used to roll my eyes at and say to myself that it would never be me.

Going into details about the relationship and the guy is useless. For a while, I was stuck. I couldn't focus, my school work became uninteresting, my happiness was deflated, I lost interest in hobbies that I was extremely passionate about.

I didn't pick up my brand new, Canon T-3 camera for weeks. Enough said there.

I knew I was acting strangely and I knew that my behavior did not match who I was. I had never felt so lethargic and so bleak. I couldn't understand this concept:

You were happy before, you will be happy after.

It's true. 

It took some deep prayer and some even deeper soul-searching, with a combination of the most supportive friends I could ever ask for, but it all came down to one thing that would shake my funk: Time heals

Obviously, there are people in this world who are enduring much more severe hardships then a breakup. I still have a lot of growing up to do, and I consider myself quite naive. But I can honestly say that heart break is an emotion that makes you feel like you will never smile or find love again, and it makes you become a person completely distant from you're nature.

I've realized that with time, those emotions begin to fade away, and pretty soon, pretending to be happy becomes irrelevant. Because you really are happy. And there comes a day, and you wake up and you realize that you're tired of being angry and upset. Unlike joy, those emotions run out of significance. Joy comes from within, and its like a fire that never stops burning.

Time heals. No matter what you've been through: a heart break, grief, depression, death, an illness, or dealing with being hurt. You have the capacity to be joyful once again.

I am a BLOGGER now?!

Well, I joined the bandwagon.

I am now a blogger.

After hosting my wonderful cousin in my humble Bostonian apartment (whom I have not seen in almost two years),she convinced me to join the blogging world. 

This is something I have contemplated for many months. I consider myself a writer, but I never thought I had anything important enough to say to post in such a public dynamic.

But, as someone who has used writing as a creative and emotional outlet for as long as I have been able to hold a pencil, it just made sense. What better way to blurt my thoughts than to write out loud? And what is more loud than the internet, the most influential and diverse source of information?

How did this not dawn on me before?

I'm naturally an introvert. Always have been. The quietest people have the loudest minds, and I want to channel my mental ramblings into something productive and creative. 

Maybe I should start by introducing myself. 

My name is Meghan, although over the past two years, my name has transitioned into "Emmie". I'm not exactly sure why, but it had something to do with having to differentiate myself with the 91382 other "Meghans" at the job I started in September, 2010.

I am one of the most passionate people I know. I am passionate about writing, photography, art, dance, history....the list could drone on for decades. But as someone as young and as old as I am, having so many passions has only been detrimental.

I have NO idea what I want to do. I am finishing up college with an English degree in *fingers crosses* the next year or so, but where do I go after? What will I do? Who will I be? Will I even BE anything? Will I be doing ANYTHING worthwhile? 

Certainly, I will not settle.