Thanks to that fun little app called #timehop, I was reminded just the other day that five years ago I made the decision to go back to school and get my teaching degree. My Facebook status said something about registering for classes, being nervous about the long road ahead, yet anxious to start this new venture. That journey marked the beginning of me becoming a teacher. Crazy to think it all started exactly five years ago, and here I am preparing to begin my second year of teaching.
That one little app got me thinking about what else began five years ago, and immediately I realized it was this -- GReads!. Yup, next month marks my five year blogoversary. I had ideas to write up this whole blog post in September celebrating five years of book blogging (& maybe I still will). But knowing I'll be running full speed ahead with a new school year of teaching at that time, I thought I'd mention it a bit earlier, too.
In five years I've achieved a Bachelor's degree in Education, began my career as a middle school teacher, started a book blog, read an enormous amount of books, gained the most important and endearing friendships of my life, and have become an aunt to not one, but four little souls who light up my heart. There is so much happy in just that one sentence. So much to be proud of, excited for, and smile about. I am both grateful and humbled for these experiences.
What I didn't expect in the past five years is what this book blog has brought into my life. Yes, there have been amazing stories to read, but it's the moments between the pages that have truly affected me the most. I've met some of my very best friends. As I recently told one of them, you are my people... the ones I go to for a good laugh, the need to vent out frustrations with, and the people I want in my corner now and forever. I know our paths would not have crossed if it weren't for this book blog. And for that, my gratitude for this experience is immeasurable.
In five years I've repaved my own road. In five years I've made choices to better myself. In five years I've said yes, but I've also said no. In five years I've worked my ass off. In five years I've learned how to slow down a bit and just be happy. In five years I've fallen in love with literature and have never wanted this love affair to end. In five years I've seen precious lives being born, but I've also witnessed lives slipping away.
In five years I've survived. But I want to do more than just survive in my next five years. Don't you?