Andrea “Mo” Morrison
Hmm, where do I begin?
How about now?
Sunday, May 7th, 2017
I’m a 30-year-old that loves reading, yoga, sunsets, dogs, coffee shops, hiking, and the sunshine. I don’t feel I’m a great writer, but I do love writing. In my bookcase, I can count 14 journals that are all written in. They span from my teenage years to now, but more than half of my journals are from the past 4-5 years. I learn so much about myself while I’m writing – but especially when I’m looking back on my entries. I feel like there’s a correlation between my writing and my growth.
I made the biggest decision I’ve ever made in my life just a couple of days ago. I have decided to quit my job and leave the country in August for a while. How long? No idea – I’m planning on two months, but that could possibly turn into only one month, or 6 months, 1 year, or even more (if I’m lucky). I’m going to simply see what happens… <—- See that right there? That’s the growth I’m talking about.
A few years ago, I always needed a plan, an itinerary. For everything. I’ve been that way for as long as I can remember. I’ll never forget my detailed, hourly timeline for Prom. Ahhh yes, Prom. Knowing when I was putting my fake eyelashes on was very important to me back then! These days, I still like lists, and I still like plans sometimes, but now I view myself as a sort of free spirit. A go-with-the-flow, see-where-life-naturally-takes-me mentality.
So here I am, starting a new “journal” of sorts. I have a love/hate relationship with technology, so there’s a small part of me that resents the fact that my new journal is on a computer. But I appreciate technology in the sense that I can type almost as quickly as my mind thinks. Plus, it can tap into multiple senses through visual and audio additions like pictures and music files. Lastly, it can be shared.
My hope is to learn from myself in the future (“Hi, future Mo!!”), but also share my authentic self in a creative way. I’ve always cared too much about what others think about me and I’m working on changing this trait. The fact that I’m even making this blog public is a HUGE step toward not giving a f***. I’m tired of hiding parts of who I am because I worry people will judge me, so I’m promising to not hold back in this ‘journal.’
I’ve always told myself that I don’t want to keep writing stories, I want to live a good story. In 3 months, I’ll be using my one-way ticket to go back to Bali and starting a new chapter in my life. I have zero idea where this path will lead, but I think that’s the fun in it all.
Let’s see where this goes…