Hello again. If there is one thing I must do right now, it is to apologize. I deeply apologize for the lack of posts for the past months and no, I’m not here to make up any more excuses, however, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry.
Before I begin, I just wanted to tell you that I miss you. I truly and deeply miss you. I miss the blogging world and sharing my thoughts and travels. I miss that rush that goes through my veins as I type word after word. I miss the feeling of simply pressing the publish button and posting a new blog post for you. However, the one thing I miss the most is interacting with all of you wonderful people. You all became a very big part of my life and without all of you, I would have never continued blogging.
In this post, I wanted to discuss something personal. No, it is nothing too extreme, however, it is one of the reasons why I have not been blogging. Ever since the winter semester began, I felt as if I wasn’t connected to myself. I felt like I was distancing and taking myself away from me which made it difficult to comprehend the things that were going on in my mind. I would think and think and think- until it got to the point where I would completely break down. All of a sudden I found myself with so many blank spaces that needed to be filled, but whenever I tried to do something that seemed soul-satisfying, it became exhausting one day after another. I became so detached from my soul to the point where I lacked the motivation to do anything, let alone blog. Perhaps it was the winter blue or perhaps the load of work I had from school, but nothing I did help sparked the motivation to simply do the things that I’m passionate about.
Not to dwell on the past, for the past few months, I decided to focus on school and “grind until I owned it.” Yes, Bey’s Lemonade influenced much of my work ethic and with that, I received a 92% on a final paper I poured my heart and soul into. Okay, I did not mean to boast, but this paper did mean a lot to me as it was about the Tribunal, Justice, and Effects of the Cambodian genocide. As you may already know, I am Cambodian and to write a paper that resonates back to my family history is something I hold dear to my heart.
In other exciting news, I recently came back from my volunteer trip from Kenya in which I will be recapping in the next couple of posts. During my trip, I was able to embark on a social media detox where it allowed me to reconnect with my soul and have meaningful conversations with my friends on the trip.
With that, I bid adieu for now but I promise I am back into the swing of things and ready to share my world with you.