Daily Journey Journal #365: end of a journey

Today is the day: the one year anniversary of the Daily Journey Journal Project. When I started the project last year, it was my intention to post once a day for a whole year. I fell slightly short of my goal in that some posts, particularly these last couple of months, were not exactly timely. But, here we are 365 posts later (better late than never, right?) and the project is looking at its end. At the beginning, I wasn’t sure if I would make it a year; I wasn’t sure if I would continue past a year. Today, I can look back and say that while making it through the year was difficult, it was worth it. I can also say that after today, the Daily Journey Journal project will come to an end, at least for now.

Rather than lament all the reasons for not continuing the project for another year, I would rather look back on my 24th year of life and all that this journal captured for me. It has been an amazing year and I am so thankful that I could share it with some many wonderful people in both the real and virtual world.

The Daily Journey Journal started while I was living in South Korea as an English teacher. It traveled with me throughout Asia and took me back home, helped me through a stressful job search and the first few months of a new career. It found me in the highest and the lowest of spirits, feeling at times more confident than I ever have and at other times feeling more lost than I could possibly imagine.

Today, the start of my next year of life, finds me surrounded with family, reunited with my brother and enjoying the time we have together. If there is anything I have learned this last year it is that the pull of adventure often necessitates leaving behind those you love most. When opportunity affords you the chance, spend every second with those you miss before adventure carries you on.

This next year, I have little idea of the adventure to come, but I know that whatever it is will help me to figure out what path I most want to follow in life. In my first Daily Journey Journal post last year, I wrote about who I was that day. Reading it now, I see that I am not the person I was a year ago. That goofy, weird oddball is still there, but looking in the mirror today, I see someone else, someone looking for an answer to a question yet to be asked. And so, this next year I am setting out to discover what that question is and to find the answer.

In the meantime, I’ll pop in periodically to catch up. Until then, thank you for stopping by, for your encouragement and comments, for your positivity and time.

All the best,

KiwiBee

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Daily Journey Journal #364: no one watching

Dance, like no one is watching

Because in the end

They won’t remember the mis-steps,

They won’t remember the mistakes.

They won’t remember the music

Or the words,

The dress that you wore

Or the shoes as they slid.

They’ll remember your smile,

Your laughter,

Your joy

And the light in your eyes.

They’ll remember that you danced

Like no one was watching,

And that is all that matters.

Daily Journey Journal #357: differents

From May 19, 2015

Prompt from 642 Tiny Things to Write About

3 ways my brother and I are completely different

  1. I am a neat-nick and rather type A. My brother doesn’t mind a mess and flies by the seat of his pants, making a plan as he goes. He is a much freer spirit.
  2. My brother adores insects, reptiles and amphibians. He wanted to be an entomologist when he was a kid. I generally run away screaming anytime I come in close proximity to any of these creatures and could think of no greater punishment than studying bugs for a lifetime.
  3. My brother LOVES sugar. We joke that he runs on sugar and nothing else. Whereas I can’t do too much sugar, especially not in the morning, he can hardly function if he hasn’t had a heaping amount sugar-coated breakfast.

Two days and counting until my brother is home again! Mayhaps I should bring some sugary goodness with me to welcome him home…Micronesia wasn’t quite as sugar laden as the US…

Daily Journey Journal #356: sames

From May 18, 2015

My little brother is returning from Micronesia this week. It has been almost two years since I last saw him in person and I am so excited to see him that I can barely stand it! T minus 3 days until he’s back!

Prompt from 642 Tiny Things to Write About

3 ways my brother and I are totally the same

  1. We detest being told what to do and do not do well with domineering individuals. We also have a tendency to be stubborn.
  2. We’re always up for an adventure, having survived a fair few adventures during childhood.
  3. We look like my mom’s side of the family and have the same nose. We also got our sense of humor and general silliness from my mom’s family.

Daily Journey Journal #355: a family miracle

From May 17, 2015

A couple of winters ago, my grandfather’s memory took a drastic turn for the worse. Until that point he had had an incredibly sharp mind, capable of remembering detailed information about almost anything, his favorite topics being WWII, his childhood, rules for dozens of card games and observations of societal changes. His mind was like an encyclopedia.

And then it slipped away.

He couldn’t remember what he was doing when asked to get something from another room. He couldn’t remember the rules for card games he’d been playing his whole life. He couldn’t remember any new information.

The changes were alarming and I worried that we were about to lose him down the foggy road into dementia. It happened to A’s grandmothers. It happened to the father of a family friend. It happens all too often today.

But, it seems a miracle is in store for my grandfather. His memory is returning.

This weekend he engaged in conversation, not repeating the same story over and over. He could bring my grandma the things she asked for. He knew how to play our traditional game of Hearts. And, he told the stories from his childhood again.

Hope against hope, I pray these improvements last, that we can have as many years as possible with this man who brightens our lives. I pray he is given the dignity of keeping his memory until his final days. And, I give thanks for this miraculous turn around.

Daily Journey Journal #354: mission accomplished

From May 16, 2015

Today was our last day of She’s A Runner Girl. For the past six weeks we’ve run, talked, set goals, learned from and supported one another. This morning we brought all that together for our biggest day: race day. Lucky for us, the day dawned beautiful and sunny with a cool breeze, optimal for racing.

The race was a 5K, the furthest that most of our girls have ever run. For some girls, this was intimidating, for others it was a challenge that they were psyched to take on. Whatever their feelings, nearly all of our girls arrived this morning, decked out in their purple Runner Girl shirts and ready to go. Seeing them all there is one of the most amazing sights. Though they may be different ages and come from different backgrounds, they are a team united.

My favorite part of this day is watching the girls surprise themselves and seeing how much they’ve learned these last weeks. This year, my running buddy was one of the 3rd graders from my team that I had not had the chance to run with yet. We started out with some of our other team members, but she was ready to take off, so we upped our pace and off we went.

For three miles, she chatted me be about everything from her family to friends to school to flowers and beyond, weaving in all the little things she’d learned about running. At one point she told me that one of the other girls dared her to run a mile without stopping for a drink. We’d just passed mile two and she had no idea she had gone so far without water. Knowing that she was going above her own expectations powered her through the last mile and she met her goal: to finish the race. She not only finished, but she did so in 41 minutes, arriving before several of her teammates and other racers in the community. Her pride when she crossed the line, the confidence she had in herself is exactly what I hope to see on every girl’s face at the end. It means that we’ve done our job: one more girl has learned how to empower herself.