Yesterday, some of you may have seen my declaration of intent on Instagram about restarting the blog. If you’ve been around for a while, you’ve definitely heard those promises before. Like six months ago when I was basically like “I’M BACK, BITCHES!!!” and then followed that post up with absolutely nothing. But guys, this time it’s for real. I have a plan. And spreadsheets. And ideas. And a pretty, new logo. I bought the freaking domain name, for goodness sakes. And that’s basically because recently, four things happened:
1. A good friend tells me I’m not living up to my potential. And I decide to believe her.
I’ve realized that there is something to be said about the perspective that friends from college have on each other’s lives that friends and family from any other part of your life just don’t. When you’re in college, you are on your own for the first time. Although maybe still being supported in some ways by your parents, you’re an independent. You’re ideas are yours. Your time is yours. You’re living away from the influences and expectations that have molded you for 18 years. And your college friends are kind of the only ones who get to see that. They’ve only known you in that context and know you as a person who, during those four years, is building who they are and are wanting to be. Looking back, I feel like so many of my conversations in college revolved around the future and especially with my amazing friends, it was such a wonderful time of dreaming– sometimes naively, but mostly in such a cool and supportive way of each other.
Fast forward to after college when real life hits, situations change, and your dreams look different. They’re still there, but they do look differently and maybe, in my case, have been momentarily put on a shelf. Suddenly, you’ve gotten used to that mentality and you get used to it and accept it as the new normal. That’s when those friends from college can speak into the contrasting differences in how your life looks to them as apposed to how it did a year or so ago. So when my dear, dear friend Lindsay visited California a few months back and got a real good look at my life (living at home. not working in fashion. uninspired. in some ways afraid of taking chances. and seemingly totally o.k. with all of that.) she was like “Yo. What do we have here?” In a gentle, constructive, but loving way that I am so jealous of her ability to do, she was able to point all of that out to me and challenged me to make a move. Any move. But some sort of move.
2. “What are you doing here?” on my 24th birthday.
3. The flood of ideas I had during that one shower I took last Sunday.
Last week, I had one of those classic moments of complete inspiration flooding as I was taking a shower before church. Ideas for the blog like a deluge. For me, just like the moments of sheer genius that pop into my head in the middle of the night (I’m look at you, candy nail polish), those ideas are gone forever unless immediately written down. So in order to hold on to them quickly and not have to replace a waterlogged iPhone, I wrote down words in the steam of my shower glass and started to sing the ideas out loud so they’d stick in my brain. Album dropping this May. The ideas kept rolling through church which resulted in me sitting in the very back row, typing ideas into my phone for two hours and not hearing one word of the sermon. Sorry, Dave. I’ll podcast it. Promise.
4. Realizing that every single cliche is true.
Slogans and Cliches are kind of the worst. But I’ve recently realized that THEY’RE. ALL. TRUE. In the Pinterest generation of “Keep Calm and Carry On” and “But first, Coffee.” (kill me), I tend to tune out so many of those buzzy words because, as mentioned above, THEY’RE THE WORST. But sometime during this process of getting the blog rolling again, I was mentally scrolling through the Rolodex in my mind of career, life, personal and even Nike advice an it dawned on me: Hey, Julia. “Just do it.” “No one is going to hand you anything.” “Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” “Those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter.” The grossest. But like I said, all. freaking. true. Cue the Celine Dion song playing in the background of my life!
This all added up to me at an Alta on a Saturday night (completely coincidentally almost a year to the day since this) creating a WordPress site and writing my first post. This blog feels like an old friend. And I’m excited about all of it. I think that if you’ve read all of that and are still here, you’re excited.
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