It’s been over a year since I maintained a blog, the last one being the website for Paper Cat. At this point, I’m not sure whether this is a good idea or not, but I’m pretty hopeful. I don’t have any specific plans for this blog at the moment; I guess I just wanted to try and write again and have a space online like I used to. I had several blogs in college, all of which are now either defunct or private, primarily because I don’t want the cringe inducing chronicles of my youth viewable to strangers.
This year, as in the last few years before it, I did some pondering on my plans, goals—the works. Unfortunately, I’ve so far had no success in keeping any of these, so obviously this blog is not meant to be in any way inspirational. If anything, it’s a diary of sorts, like how most of my previous blogs were, written for the documentation of significant life events and safekeeping of memories. Perhaps it would, in the future, also house my art and design portfolio.
But firstly, an introduction for the unfamiliar.
My name is Kat and I am thirty years old. That said, I am neither young nor old, and I’m still figuring out how to be a proper adult. You probably know what I mean. If not, you’re either much younger than I am, or you’ve already figured out this whole adulting business that many others like myself have not. In any case, I’m glad you’re here. I have plenty of stories to tell: some cheery, others bleak, many probably mundane.
Heartbreak and romantic disappointments propelled me towards art.
Over the years, I’ve become interested in many different things, and I hope to write about them on this blog. After graduating from college, I started teaching English, which is still what I mainly do for a living until now. Heartbreak and romantic disappointments propelled me towards art and thanks to that, I have also been fortunate enough to work as an artist, hence the mention of a portfolio.
This year, I purchased a journal called The Sunday Night Journal, created by life and career coach Aurora M. Suarez. Its pages contain a space for self-reflection with a different prompt weekly, as well as small sections for planning for the week ahead and for looking back on what went well and what can be improved from the previous. For a few weeks, I religiously wrote in the journal—still high from the New Year, perhaps—until my weekends got busier that I forgot to write Sunday after Sunday after Sunday.
In a way, that is also the reason why I decided to start this blog. Journaling has helped immensely when I was at my lowest. I could even say it saved me, along with art. Writing has always helped me process my thoughts better and, consequently, gain a greater understanding of myself.
By definition, to blossom is to mature in a promising way.
The first prompt in the journal involves intention setting by selecting a word for one’s intent this year. My word is blossom. I want to focus on growth, but blossoming is so much more than just growing. By definition, to blossom is to mature in a promising way.
I turned thirty earlier this month. Back in my teens I thought by the time I’d reached this age, I would have had everything all figured out. I’d be married to the love of my life and we’d maybe have a couple of beautiful kids. I’d have a great job that I’m passionate about and plenty of money to live comfortably in the city, and then some. Needless to say, I don’t have any of that yet. I’ve been writing about my struggles with growing up for years, but here I am, still grappling with it. Don’t get me wrong—this isn’t a complaint. I believe in the beauty and value of struggle, in how it teaches and instills strength and resilience. Blossoming necessitates struggle.
What exactly it is I’m struggling with and how I cope are what Katharsis will mostly revolve around, I suppose, along with a plethora of posts on my varied interests. Initially, the blog title was Katastrophe, but my dad didn’t think it was a good idea to call my blog that. Come to think of it, it’s sort of foreboding, isn’t it? Wouldn’t want to jinx a brand new blog! Besides, I’ve used Katharsis in a previous blog anyway, and catharsis is partly what this is for.
In any case, I’m glad you found my little space on the internet. Here’s hoping you stick around long enough to see the flowers grow.
Love and light.