My love of learning led me to journalism.
I've always loved to read, learn, write and try new things. In school I was an attentive and smart student, and as I grew I realized that by being a journalist I could get paid to meet people, learn new things and explore things outside of my comfort zone. It was like constantly being in a classroom! Unfortunately, there were times that leaving my comfort zone was too much, and it became apparent that journalism wasn't for me.
During the last year after leaving journalism, I started to realize that something kind of major was missing from my life, but I had no idea what it was. At times I felt sad; I felt incomplete. I chalked it up to the fact that I was working 40 hours a week in an office job...not exactly the most fulfilling thing in the world. Then my boyfriend proposed.
As wedding planning began, I absorbed every bit of it. I read all the magazines, I DIY'd things and I blogged about the process. And slowly but surely, I began to feel a spark again. I felt good. I chalked it up to being excited about getting married. Then I realized not only was I excited about getting married, but that it felt good to get excited about something and create something truly beautiful.
The wedding has since came and went, but I have yet to find a lull in the weeks since. I got a new camera and I've been researching photography tips and tricks. I play around with it when I can, and it makes me feel so inspired. I tried a couple of Pinterest recipes for the first time (I don't know how to cook) and I really enjoyed it. I've even marked up a cookbook so I can do more. I've been really listening to music again, as well as writing and reading other blogs. Everything makes me so excited and I feel so full of life. I feel like I'm learning and living again.
Then it dawned on me: I had the power to feel this excitement all along. When I left my job in journalism, I thought my days of fresh ideas, new places and new things were over. I thought I'd be chained to my cubicle, devoid of inspiration. Then I realized I could do something about it. I realized I could be more.
So I am.
I'll be 25 years old in a few weeks; to some that may seem young, but to me it's been somewhat of a wake-up call. What am I doing right now? What do I want to be? Thinking about it makes me realize that I want to continue learning and living, and that means doing it on my terms: blogging, reading, taking photos, even something as simple as doing something fresh with my hair...I'm in charge.
It's reflective of my new blog title as well: Becoming Mrs. LaRue. Sure, I may be actually becoming Mrs. LaRue right now, filling out forms and standing in line at the DMV to change my last name, but I think I'm becoming something new in more ways than one. I think I'll be Becoming Mrs. LaRue for the rest of my life. After all, why should I stay the same person forever? Can't I rediscover myself and still learn things about myself every day?
Not only am I discovering myself as a new wife, but also as a 25 year old, a blogger, a photographer, and whatever else I decide I want to be.
I'm realizing life isn't over when you get a job, when you get older, or when you settle down. In fact, it's a good excuse to mix things up a bit.