Valentine’s Day. It’s one of those holidays that most people either love or hate, and those people are usually divided by being in a happy relationship or being single, respectively. Though Valentine’s Days spent single often left me as one of those bitter Grinches when that time of year rolled around, I eventually decided that it wasn’t worth the negative thoughts and feelings for a day that makes other people genuinely happy and more outwardly expressive of their love for one another. So yes, Valentine’s is intended to spend with your significant other, but if you’re single, why not spend it with your friends (who you love platonically)?
Building off of yesterday’s post on following your passions, I mentioned that I have to finish my undergrad degree still (only a few more months to go!) in a subject I am merely interested in and not passionate about. Consequently, I have been debating where I want to go from there. Do I want to risk everything for a masters degree in creative writing and then try to find a job in my field? Or should I go to teacher’s college and have a relatively safe job teaching students about subjects I love (English and history, maybe psychology) while using my summer, winter, and March breaks to do what makes me happiest: writing.
When I hear the word ‘passion’, several things come to my mind: travel, music, and most of all, writing. These are the things that genuinely keep me sane and in all honesty, keep my mental health in check. However, as important as this fact is, that’s not the point of this article. In fact, as someone who thrives off of pursuing my biggest passion — writing — I decided to explore the importance of this in today’s post.
It’s bittersweet, roaming the campus hallways to what you know will be your last term of undergraduate classes. Of course, I’m beyond excited to complete my degree (in fact, I am so tired of learning about psychology, I would gladly not take a look at any clinical study for the next couple of years) and to have accomplished something that had its difficult moments. However, I’m also somewhat sad about it, too.
We’ve all been there: there’s been someone in each of our lives who has repeatedly given us the cold shoulder, failed to make plans time and time again, avoided our calls, and more or less withheld mutual respect in whatever form that relationship took. A friend, a family member, a (hopefully by now ex-) romantic partner. And the sad thing is, we often take the BS, sometimes without even fully realizing and acknowledging it for what it is.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how precious alone time is. It seems that I have had so little of it over my winter break, as I spend every single waking hour of my time either with my family or at work (and occasionally, with my friends). The only time I have had moments alone is as I’m falling asleep or attempting to drag myself out of bed after my morning alarm has gone off. You don’t realize how much you miss being alone until you can’t find the time to schedule it in.
Well, here I am with my new blog: Emulating Emily. This time, the blog is one that I will stick to. I won’t leave it for another one, a better idea that has suddenly popped into my head, as they often do. This time, I not only love the name I’ve chosen, but I love the topic I’ve decided to base this blog on…or lack thereof.