Year One : Done .

One year ago today, I said to myself, "Writing is cool; I like it. I feel the weird need to start my own blog." And so I did just that. I had no idea what I was getting myself into honestly. I just knew one thing for sure: I would set my blog to private so that the only eyes reading it would belong to me, myself, and I. Well, those were the original intentions. But then about ten minutes later, after I had completed my first post, I thought to myself, "Wait, wait, wait. This is stupid. I already have a separate journal; what am I getting out of posting this for no one? Writing is writing when writing is read." And so I then proceeded to change the privacy setting to "public" and never looked back. And boy oh boy, am I ever grateful that I chose to do that. I began with little idea of where I was headed, a teenager fixated on the future more than anything else in this first post:

Rest Less

But in this past year, I have seen that the now is pretty exquisite; life itself is pretty exquisite. I've watched high school literally fly in front of my very eyes. I've been floored by some incredibly high moments and humbled by some unexpected lower moments. I've reinvigorated my love for my Savior. I've been blessed with sensational friendships, some merely growing stronger in the past year and some originating in that same period of time. I've come to the realization that judging is futile. I've had the extraordinary gift of seeing even more of the world and once again discovering that I am terribly infatuated with traveling. I've begun writing a little book of my own. And all along the way, I've written about everything from the purely trivial, such as my hair, to the less trivial things that were simply pressing on my heart, eager to be brought to light.

Overall, it has been a pleasure. This year will certainly hold a vast array of all its own changes, and that is both exciting and terrifying, and I'm stoked for all the writing opportunities that it should bring about as well. So here I am, about 70 posts later. Some things have changed; some haven't. And I'm just really thankful. And ready for another solid year of this.

P.S. Thank you to every person who has read this blog, whether one post or all of them. And an added thanks to the small handful of people who've read from the very beginning. So much love for you.