Somebody hand me a paintbrush (entry no.51)

 I bet you all thought you had seen the last of me huh? Honestly for a minute there I did too. My last post was at the beginning of June, more than a month had past and I honestly had no motivation to write an entry so I simply didn't. One month turned into two and now all of a sudden summer is gone and it's September. Guess that means it's time for a life update. I literally just finished reading the last few journal entries in order to understand where I was in life last time I talked about me rather than a concept or idea. Last time I had talked about my life was at the beginning of May when I had graduated from my college program about two weeks before that post. 

The day I posted was actually my first day doing volunteer work as a group policy administrator. It's been such an awesome experience and I've learnt so much about Windows administration besides the basics I learned in my college program. I've also met some really cool people from all over the world and even got to meet a few in person two weeks ago in upstate New York. It was my first time doing a solo trip and being away from my parents and sister for that long. I stayed for two weeks and that experience changed my life forever. It made me realize the gift of being young and willing. I already knew it was a gift but it wasn't until recently that I began to see just how beautiful and powerful it is. 

Going to New York taught me so much about friendships, values, and attitude. It's also made me realize just how much I've grown, so much so that I've outgrown my life and that's scary but beautiful and exciting. Unfortunately, not everyone grows at the same pace or time, meaning that it is possible and very likely to outgrow those around you. As we grow older we grow into ourselves, the magnificent blank canvas we are born with starts to fill up with color and life. Then there comes a day when we are finally handed a paintbrush and told to have at it.

The problem is too many are scared to paint or worse they start painting and don't even realize it. When they finally look at their canvas it's covered in chaos, like a 4 year old finger painting. I have been handed my paintbrush, I have been given a choice and that is something I do not want to take for granted. My favorite painter is Claude Monet, I absolutely adore impressionism. I want my life to look like one of his paintings, full of color and movement. Beauty that comes from living in the moment, ceasing the opportunity and painting "en plein air". Capturing moments and feelings that will last a lifetime. I'm glad I took a break from posting, I've grown a lot this summer and now I'm ready to take on whatever comes next and you dear reader will get to come along for the ride. Thank you for giving me the space to grow and share.