It seems fitting for me to write my first blog post about my roots. I want to tell you not only how I got to this point in my life, but why here is so important to me. Spoiler alert: Here is not Providence, RI or Chalfont, PA… Here is wherever I am in a given moment. It’s about being present.
Alright here we go. How does one even start a blog post? I guess this could be out on the internet for my entire life without anyone else seeing it so it doesn’t matter too much. If you are reading this, I apologize for my scattered ideas, random rants & inability to articulate my thoughts 🙂
Roots. ZBB says it best:
My roots always keep me grounded
Roots, remind me where I’m from
Even when I’m a thousand miles away from my roots
Roots. Growing up a Navy brat had its pros and cons. I got to live in Virginia Beach, Spain & Atlanta, but I didn’t have a stable place to call home until third grade. Moving around made the bond within my family so much stronger; my roots are with them.
Roots. My mom always says, “Traveling is the most valuable form of education.” How lucky am I to have parents with that mindset??????? I thank God every day for their support and encouragement. They have sacrificed so much for me and my siblings to gain broader world views through experiences. My dad travels for a living. His stories set my desires to see the world on FIRE. To put it in perspective, here is a map of the world with all the places he has visited in his life pinpointed.
Roots. My roots are in my family and in my faith. Because I don’t have roots in one particular place, it is easy for me to want to go, to see more, to do more. I have lived in Bucks County, PA for 11 years and it still doesn’t feel like home to me. My family are there and my best friends are there, and that’s why I find myself coming back. Unlike my home friends, I knew I wanted to get out of my comfort zone and leave Pennsylvania after high school. That’s how I ended up at Providence College. I just finished my third semester, but I knew after my first month of freshman year that this, this is what home feels like. Friartown is home for me. It’s more than just my friends, my Friar family. It’s the community, the Dominicans, the opportunities, the buildings, the classes, the school spirit, the love.
Now, I am here. I am in my room in PA on Christmas break writing about how I got here. I am here. Part of my own personal philosophy is that I believe life is all about living. Sounds stupid, I know. But think about it. It’s not about dwelling on the past or being anxious about the future. Life is about living. Life is about being present. How am I supposed to live life to the fullest if I allow myself to be distracted by trivial things, my phone, negative environments, what ifs, regrets, or even excessive planning? It simply cannot be done. To be honest, sometimes being fully present sucks. Not everyone is as down with the idea as I am. It is hard, I know. Especially in college. It seems like we always want to be there, need to be there, but are stuck here. We need to learn to take a breath, appreciate where we are, and allow ourselves to live in that moment in that place with the people around us.
Here I am. I am here to give myself to God and others. Here I am to worship, to serve, to love. It’s a combination of a loving family, wise friends, and a merciful God that has brought me to realize what my roots are and how to live life. And when I falter or forget, I hear Him saying, “Here I am.”