Finding myself.

It’s crazy to think that I started this blog as a journey of discovering; for me. And to wonder why I haven’t taken to these pages since March, is beyond me. I suppose so much of it is simply because of this: life happens. When I last posted, I had traveled out of my comfort zone and applied to a job in a city roughly 75 miles from my hometown.  My mother thought this was unrealistic.  Two interviews later, I accepted a position within a large pharmaceutical research facility, doing what I have always loved: surrounding myself with animals, and finding a cure to every disease out there.

I uprooted myself and made the move, and found a beautiful new apartment to call home.  It has been a wonderful journey.  One of adjustment. One of solitude.  One of joy. And one with uncertainty.

The position I hold has been rewarding, and at the same time, much harder than anticipated.  Running around a MILLION SQUARE FOOT facility has been a bit of an undertaking; especially having to learn the lay of the land.  To say that there is no affect to my joints, would be an untruth.  I have an autoimmune condition, one that debilitates my body as a whole. It is painful.  It comes when it wants.  But I do everything within my control to take care, as best as I know how.  I have taken to meditation, to the healing powers of crystals, to applying the best essential oils, and to yoga. I even joined a pilates club and I walk my beautiful dog Tennessee daily.

All of this, and I still feel that there is something missing;  and so I continue on this path of self-discovery.  I find joy in the simple things: reading a new book on my patio, with the breeze in my hair; listening to the music of the rain pelting the windows; and drinking a cup of green tea while scrapping together my bullet journal.  I do not know what the immediate future holds; I don’t think anyone really does. But I do know this: my new city is where I will stay, my interests will remain, and I will start writing again.

-K