One year ago, I was preparing myself for one of the biggest moments of my life.
Moving out to go to college was extremely stressful for many reasons. I remember the walls in my room being covered by stacks of boxes. So many things drifted through my head. I was insecure about who I would end up living with. I was afraid that I would not get along with anyone at school. I was intimidated by what everyone told me about the workload. But most of all, my greatest fear was that I would be alone. I thought about the journey it took to get to where I was going; four years of struggling in what was the most stressful part of my life.
And now I face the next four.
So I flopped on my bed, turned the lights off, and put on 21 by Adele. The thoughts I had began to manifest themselves into inner monologues (as a theater kid, they were pretty intense). Instinctively, I dug through a box to find a pen and paper and began to write about what I had to do to change my life around and go to college.
Something about writing my thoughts was therapeutic. I felt as if a part of me was transcending and It was like I had a whole chunk of doubt lifted from my chest. When I began reading through what I wrote, I found a lot of errors (a problem I have to this day is that sometimes I am too lazy to read and review what I write before posting it- you've probably noticed). But editing on paper was annoying especially if you've written everything in pen and suffer from borderline OCD. So I typed the entire post on Microsoft Word and edited the piece the best I could.
Hey, this was pretty cool. I'd let people read this.
I thought I should post it as a long status on Facebook that people can share like one of those inspiring viral posts. But something about that idea was off. I wanted to reach my full potential - how many people can I reach?
One thing lead to another, and that post became Fueling the Fire, the first of many posts about my life on Joseph's World.
Nothing much has changed since then. I'm still constantly transcribing my thoughts into blog posts for the entire Internetverse to read. I'm still publishing posts with embarrassing typos. Except now I've lasted an entire year of college (by year I mean year, I had no summer break). Did I think this whole blogging thing would kick off a year ago? Maybe. Not really. I didn't think people would listen. To be honest I thought (and sometimes, still think) that my writing is crap (which is why I started finding other people who want to write to publish them on here). But your positive reception tells me that maybe that isn't the case.
As a lame high schooler with lots of angst and bangs that said "I love Green Day!", I was perpetually confused about what I want to be in life. But now, I think I know what I want to do- I want to be the person who inspires someone else to change their life, as people did for me. Do I find myself to be some kind of prophet? No honey, I am no messiah. I am no politician trying to make you believe in my beliefs. I am just some kid with a website hoping that when you're having a bad day, you'd stumble upon this link and I'd somehow turn your mood around.
With that said, happy one year to this baby I call a website! I want to give a big fat Joseph's World thank you to some people who deserve credit for inspiring me and influencing my artistry this past year:
Thank you, Soma Mei Sheng Fraizer, for teaching me so much about publishing and working with literature. Without her +INK and the #GWSMag would not exist!
To all my blogger friends, especially Rachel Gorgas from The Mind of Style who is one of my biggest supporters and inspiration. It was your pictures that inspired me to pick up a camera. Love you babe!
To my friends who have guest written for #GWSMag and everyone I've snapped on +EYE- thank you for lending me your thoughts and beautiful faces to publish.
To everyone who has inspired me to write. God, there's so many! Here are a few: Isaac Marion, Tyler Oakley, Connor Franta, Stephen Zerance, Maya Angelou, David Moody, and Pittacus Lore. None of these people will ever see this acknowledgement but I owe so much of my artistry to about 500 something writers who I look up to. Thank you for launching me into this journey and guiding me with your words.
Thank you to my mom and dad who pay my bills and keep me alive to blog. Where would I be without them? (literally)
To all my mentors, especially Stacey and Michelle. The paths you've guided me through will continue to inspire my writing. Thank you for fueling my fire.
Thanks, Austin Sybouts for constantly yelling at me at 2 AM to blog because I keep forgetting to post sometimes. Thank you for that. Please remind me to post this on August 2nd when you read this for proofing. I swear I'm gonna forget. Love ya babe.
And last but not the least, YOU! You there, reading this from your computer on your breakfast nook or on your phone as you do your business in the bathroom. Thank you for giving me a reason to wake up every day and write. Whether I forced you to read this or you stumbled upon this link somewhere on social media, you've somehow made it to my site- and I appreciate your traffic. In many ways, I find blogging to be therapeutic. I hope that my writing has inspired you in one way or another!
And thank you to this cupcake! You were delicious. You've done a great service.
Cheers to more great years of blogging to come! I have a few more tricks up my sleeve for the next half of 2016 that I haven't even told anyone about, so stay tuned!