The first of December! This day brings so many mixed emotions for me.
The first being Excitement. I’m excited because I have actually decided to try and participate in Blogmas this year.
Are you wondering, what is blogmas?
Well, it’s a full month of blogging. Which if you cannot tell is quite a bit more than I’m used to. I just started this blog journey a few months ago and to be very honest, have not really established a set blogging schedule. I’m working on it, but I’m naturally a disorganized person so schedules and such usually fly right out The window with me. When I decided to partake in this Blogmas, I had planned on doing one post a day, but seeing as today is the first and I really only have a handful of material saved up I’m going to take it easy on myself and shoot for one post every other day. That will still get me more into blogging and help to really decide what direction I want to go with this blog. So to be kind on myself, one every other day will have to do.
I’ve also decided to not stress myself out. There is a lot that goes into writing a blog post, from SEO, the editing, photos, promotions and so on. It’s a lot and this is my busiest time of year between my direct sales business and running the restaurant. So bare with me. We will make it through December together and we will have fun!
The second emotion December 1st brings to me is sadness.
When I was 10 years old, my Uncle died on December 1st. He was my world. As a young child my father traveled for work and spent many birthdays and holidays in other countries. When we was around we were very close, but the day in and day out, it was my Uncle who was there.
We spent afternoons together after elementary school. We did art. We listened to music. He even bought me my frist cassatte tap. It was Cyndi Lauper, by the way. I’m sure that’s where my strong girl power roots stem from.
The year that he died was the first year that he had missed my birthday. I didn’t think much of it as there was always next year. Yet that next year didn’t ever come. So December 1st, 1999, my Uncle died and with him he took a part of my childhood. In January of 2000, we moved 1,200 miles across the country to a new place, leaving behind the cozy tiny town I knew, as well as my grandmother and all the memories of my uncle.
I was excited, for the first time in all 10 years of my life, my mother, father, baby brother and I would all be under one roof. Goodbye to long travel trips for my father. I had no idea that I didn’t even really know my father. I mean, I knew him. I knew him as the dad who came home for a few short days and everything was perfect. He is an exceptional man. But I had no clue who he was as a disciplinary figure or who he would be day in and day out.
Looking back on that time, I can now see how much that few short months has shaped me as an adult. Leaving everything behind on the verge of bring a preteen was rough. Making new friends didn’t come easy to me and I often struggled with the grief of losing it all at once.
As an adult, who has been in the same town we moved to so long ago, for the last 16 years, I’ve put down some roots. I have a family, my parents are here, I love my job and rarely think of leaving. But that took time. A lot of time.
So there you have it! A little back story (waay back!) Of who I am
Can you pinpoint memories from your past that really shaped the person you are today? Tell me about them!
They do say hindsight is 20/20..
Shine Bright friends,