We leave an imprint wherever we go. It’s up to us to decide whether it be positive or negative. And when words don’t flow, let your suitcases speak for you.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what makes me, well, me. Is it the numerous health struggles I’ve had? My gender? My faith? Maybe my family? My profession? Maybe my identity is wrapped up in the Overseas label. Possibly my age?
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I see the same moon wherever I am in the world. It’s a small reminder that I can make a home of wherever I am.
Music plays a very big role in my life.
It wakes me up in the morning and puts me to bed at night. It compliments any emotion I experience and putting a song on can get me in the right mindset or out of a funk.
I would call Phil Collins’ song, On My Way, “Katharyn’s Adventure Anthem”. It’s about a man who steps into a new stage of life while saying “goodbye” to some and saying “hello” to others. He’s announcing to the world that he’s on his way.
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Yes, it’s official. As of 10:21pm on October 12, I am now 24. Yes, it hasn’t happened in California yet. Am I still considered 24?
Wow, 24. Think about that.
In these years, I’ve had 18 years of education, I’ve flown, sailed, walked, and road-tripped around the world. I’ve lived in three countries including 3 Californian cities. I’ve played, acted, laughed, loved, cried, sang, been depressed, had anxiety and danced every year. I’ve made friends, lost some, grown in faith and had “dry-spells”. I’ve sinned, repented, grown as a human and flourished as a young woman.
And all through these stages, I’ve had a family who has supported me, friends who have walked with me, teachers who were patient with me, doctors who have cared for me, a God who has loved me and an independence that has served me well.
So, thank you.
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Those contemplative moments are gifts from the Lord above, not because they are rare, but because they are numerous. We simply have to be quiet and still enough to recognize them.
Since I’ve been here, I’ve done a lot of teaching. A lot of reading. Planning. A lot of walking. Running. Sitting. Listening.
There are also things I haven’t done.
As I see my students’ creativity growing, I see my own creative outlets being put on the back burner. I’m not certain as to why this happens.
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When I read, I think about the present.
Where I sit.
What I feel.
Who I am.
When I read, I think about the past.
Where I was when I read it last.
How I felt the last time I read it.
Who I was all those days ago.
When I read, I think about the future.
Where will I be the next time I read it?
Will I feel differently?
Who will I be?
Katharyn Stong 9.1.16
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