” A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.” – Carlos Ruiz Zafon. That is why I write. Three weeks I haven’t had the time or the place to write and I’ve read plenty of articles that will chastise the hell out of me saying “If you really love to write you will always find the time to do so.” But sometimes life moves to fast to sit down and tell your loyal friend, the notebook, about what’s going on and what you think of that; I mean some people don’t do that at all. I have a million things to write about, from the majestic pines at my camp to the sweeping coastline from Oregon to Southern California but I don’t think it would truly be the key thing to tell you about. I’ll start with a quick overview of my “time-consuming” weeks of summer enjoyment.
- Week One: Mormon Girl’s Camp… six days of good, wholesome fun with three of my best friends
- Week Two: Oregon… to see my injured grandma which ended up being a great experience with my 19 yr. old sister, Kenna.
- Week Three: A Sunday to Sunday with my oldest sister, Ashley and four yr. old niece, Emma.
That’s it, back to back packing and unpacking and a go- go- go schedule to match, not that I’m complaining. As you’ve seen over the past two weeks I have spent a lot of time with my older sisters. The younger of the two, Kenna, is a writer like me and has a blog called Yours, Kenna on Blogspot(I’ll put the link at the bottom). Over the past few years I have looked up to both my sisters and longed to be like them… as mature as them, as well- liked, hard-working, fashion-savvy, etc. Yet over the past two weeks I have discovered something I’d never in all my discoveries had realized, I don’t want to be like them. All this time I just wanted to be myself but had spent so much time trying to embody the people around me there was no possible way I ever could have found the true me buried in all those personas. All I had to do was cut back the foliage in front of the big green sign telling me to, “STOP TRYING TO ACT LIKE OTHER PEOPLE” on my self-discovery pathway. I’ve tried to follow my sister’s path but we have different dreams, different personalities, and different ways to see things. Now what is so hard to realize about that? My sisters and I all see things from a million different perspectives. I’ve tried to adopt my sister’s writing style but I never could because I automatically write like I want to. I am my own person. There is no one else out there that could write just like this or look just like this or have the same dreams, goals, and ways to reach them like this. And maybe you should call me crazy for fully understanding this at 14, but some people don’t understand this their whole lives, even if they hear it a thousand times. Live like you could only live, dream like you could only dream, and write like you could only write. Jewel.
P.S. Here’s the link to my sister’s blog… http://yourskenna.blogspot.com/2013/07/welcome-to-oregon.html?spref=fb