Thank You, From Behind the Keys

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Ever meet someone who asks you “What do you do for fun?” after exchanging names and find yourself struggling to come up with some sort of cool or quirky answer? For me, I’ll say the usual – reading (which most people enjoy anyway), going to the gym (which just makes me sound like a poser, which is not true), but I usually omit dancing as to avoid the inevitable “Can you show me some moves?” inquiry.

But the one thing that I never neglect to say is writing.

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about speaking more freely via keyboard. I’m not the most charismatic chick but here, I’m at home.

There’s always a story be told. This is my belief. This has been a part of my philosophy for a good while now, and has greatly influenced my visions for where I would like to see myself in a few years – shedding light on a subject that most tend to overlook. Whether these stories are just figments of my imagination battling fictitious versions of real-life problems, or I’m typing yet another blog that just a few people have the patience to read through fully, I consider my job at the very least, done.

I’ve never published a book. I’ve never covered a news story in the combat zone. I’ve never made a groundbreaking discovery in the literary field with one of my professors. But I still have time, and surprisingly not having accomplished any of the above (yet) is not how I measure my success.

Sometime last week, I received a lovely letter from one of my friends at school. “Lovely” is an understatement, though. Without going into too much detail, I was blown away by all the kind words directed at me, including the one part where I was informed that I was the source of her inspiration to also start blogging.

Whoa. I inspired someone?

Her words couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m in a place now where I am questioning my role amongst the people in my life, as well as whether or not I’m making the sort of impact that I want. In other words…I’ve had moments where I’ve wondered – and so have you – how the lives of everyone around me would be different if I was absent. Not in a suicidal way, but purely a “what if” hypothetical.

Basically, I wanted to thank not only this friend of mine by semi-dedicating a blog posting to her, but to anyone else – whether you’ve read all or none of my postings – who has made me feel significant in any way. If anything I’ve said has inspired you to make a change, or think differently, this warms the cockles of my heart. For every smile, insightful thought, laugh, or tear (if it comes to that) I’ve ever induced – my sense of importance is significantly increased in that moment. Your time means the world to me.

Thank you.

This might be my last blog for awhile, unless I can figure out some way to write while in Bangkok. Holy cannolis, I’m so not ready for a 2 AM flight tomorrow…