I have a very specific memory from when I was about five years old and in kindergarten. It was recess, and in New York City where space is cramped and the buildings rise high, our playground was on the roof of the school. It was warm out, we no longer had to wear our stifling winter jackets that bounded our bodies throughout the long winter. I was walking along the chain link fence, away from the crowd of kids playing and screaming and suddenly this thought came to me:
“Ok, that’s it! I’ve said everything I’ve wanted to say.”
This wasn’t a sad or depressed thought. It was just matter of fact. For some reason, in that moment within my five-year-old mind, I had come to the conclusion that all my thoughts had been expressed, all the things that I needed to say had been said, and that was it! No need for further talking or conversing.
In less than sixty seconds, I was back to the center of the playground where I began playing with my friends, chasing them, yelling “it” while playing tag and later, once it came time to eat, negotiating trades of food (ding dong for a twinkie, anyone?) The thought was fleeting and didn’t hold up well against the boisterous and curious life of a kindergartner. I look back on that moment though and always smile to myself. What an interesting thought for a child to have!
I think that thought, though simple at the time, makes its way to today in a more complex way. All of us have something to say, a story to tell. Each of us has an experience to share- though we might not all think that our experiences are significant or that they will be relevant to others.
Recently, I’ve begin to notice more how the smaller experiences, the day to day encounters, and the moments that we think are insignificant- those are the ones that matter most. They’re the ones that, in a larger scheme of things, make up the fabric of our life. They’re also the moments, though they may seem small, that can be the most significant and the most relatable, to someone else.
Recently, I’ve begin to notice more how the smaller experiences, the day to day encounters, and the moments that we think are insignificant- those are the ones that matter most. They’re the ones that, in a larger scheme of things, make up the fabric of our life. They’re also the moments that can be the most significant, and the most relatable, to someone else.
You never know who you can affect with a simple gesture, story, or quick exchange of words. We all have a story to tell. Over the last twelve months, I’ve joined an Instagram community (which I will certainly touch more on later!) where this has come to light. We share our daily lives: our achievements, our struggles, things that make us laugh till we cry, things that frustrate us and make us want to punch a hole in the wall. The honesty that’s shared through both the good and the bad creates a support system that I have not encountered anywhere else. It has happened several times where I’ll share something about my day or an experience I’ve had, and someone will thank me so much. They’re so glad to know that someone else is going through something similar, or they’ll tell me how what I’ve shared has motivated them. And I think- me?! Making someone feel better about themselves, giving someone motivation, providing inspiration, all through an Instagram post?! It sounds crazy when I think about it, but it’s also an incredible feeling.
I’ve realized more and more each day that I have a passion for sharing my life and connecting with others, and my love for writing has been reinvigorated through my daily Instagram posts. The only logical next step for me was for me to start a blog. So here I am! My first blog post. You know what? It feels darn good, and suddenly, the only thought that comes to me is:
“Ok, that’s it! I’ve have everything to say!”