|Fireworks over Kansas City's WWI Memorial, as seen from our room at the Crown Center Westin Hotel|
Photo by me, shot on the iPhone 4S and edited with Typic
It's been ... well, it's been a very long time. I last showed up around here eight months ago, if you're looking to get specific. As if it weren't completely obvious, I've fallen out of love with this whole blogging thing. I've made it a goal so many times over the past year to reinvigorate the passion I once had and find my niche in a never-ending sea of personal blogs. It should now be painfully apparent that this hasn't been a top priority for me. Or a priority at all. Not that it should be a top priority, but it could be a little higher than dead last, at least. I've had a personal site or blog off and on for the past 14 years (which is half my life, for those of you playing at home), and it's something I've invested a lot of time and effort -- and yes, even money -- into maintaining. So it would seem that it's something I truly enjoy. Honestly, I'm not even always sure why. After 14 years, I'm still trying to figure that out.
With that being said, today is the day I've decided to move it up from dead last to somewhere slightly-higher than middle-of-the pack on Sara's Official List of Priorities.
It's OK, I'll wait until the roaring applause dies down.
Allow me to go off course from the original topic for a little bit. I've spent the past couple of months really assessing where I'm at in life. Needless to say, I haven't been thrilled about what I've found. Yes, I do alright for myself: I have an education, a good job, an amazing circle of family and friends, a loving boyfriend ... but there's this constant feeling that something is missing. OK, there's a lot missing, but I know that I've been quite fortunate and don't have a lot of room to complain.
During these recent bouts of introspection, however, I've noticed a common theme in my life: I've always taken the safest route. Now, there's nothing wrong with playing it safe, and for some people, it works out fine. Naturally, I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like if I had taken just one big risk. That lead to me wondering if it's too late for me to finally try something big, something new... something potentially stupid. I know 28 isn't old by any stretch of the imagination, but it's an age where a lot of people are really starting to figure out their place in life. Is it a good idea to take such big risks, and basically start all over? What if I fail? What if I end up just as unhappy as I am now? Then again, what if taking a huge chance is the best decision I've ever made? I hope I'm about to find out.
How's that for cheesy?
(At the risk of totally chickening out and deciding that playing it safe works just fine for me, I'm not going to divulge my plans just yet. Just know that they're big. Hooray for vagueness!)
So all of this brings me back to the blog (I can hear the collective outbursts of "Freaking finally!"). I'm ready to start fresh here, too. Well, not really here, because my first big change is starting from scratch. I'm taking the first steps toward building myself a brand new home on the web, which means bringing a bittersweet end to Arvonia. I really loved this blog for a long time, but it's time for me to move on in another direction. The first step? Going to Wordpress. The second step? Building something that is really, truly me. I want my new 'net digs to be somewhere I can share and document these (supposed) big changes, and make it more personal than what I usually made this site. Hopefully in the process, I can rediscover my love of writing and photography, and sharing them with friends, family, and the blogging community I have grown to love.
Once I have the new site up and running, I'll let you all know. I might post here in the meantime, but don't hold me to that. I hope you'll all be interested enough to come on these new journeys with me, and I certainly appreciate those of you who have stuck around for this long.