I Beleive That If I Was Allowed To Be A Kid When I Was A Kid, Then Maybe I Wouldn’t Be Such A Child Like Adult

Now If you had told my fifth grade self that one day I would be working in sports, crocheting like an old soul, falling in love with books again, and writing my heart out, she probably would have believed you. Fifth grade me was dramatic and ready for a storyline at all times. But what I did not realize until recently is how everything I love has come full circle, how each piece of my past has woven itself back into my life, making me feel more like myself than ever.

I Never Enjoyed Sports Naturally, It Sort Of Came To Me Via Stockholm Syndrome

Belive it or not in the beginning I hated sports. The games were long, the crowd was always super loud and for the love of eveything in me I could never sit still for more then about 26 minutes. Then one day while watching football , Saints football to be exact, something shifted. I laid my little 5th grade eyes on Reggie Bush. Then BAM! I became a believer as well as genuine follower of sports. Since that coming to Jesus moment, Sports have always been my thing. I have always been that person who gets way too into a game, yelling at the TV like I have been personally wronged by the referee. My love for sports has been strong since childhood, and somehow, that passion led me to a career in the industry. The thrill, the competition, the pure chaos of it all it fuels me. I love being part of something that brings people together, whether it is a last-second buzzer-beater, a stadium erupting in cheers, or the way fans become a family even if they have never met. Working in sports makes me feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be, and that is a beautiful thing.

Crochet Club Was Not My Choice, I Just Wanted To Spend More Time With Jacqueline.

But let’s not forget my quieter passions, the ones that balance out the madness of the sports world. Back in fifth grade, I joined the crochet club because, well, why not? While other kids were trading snacks at lunch, I was tangled up in yarn, determined to make something that was not just a knotted mess. I took a long break from it, but now I am back, hook in hand, creating everything from blankets to oddly shaped hats that may or may not fit an actual human head. Crocheting is like therapy with stitches, a way to slow down and create something with my hands that does not require a scoreboard or a timer. It reminds me that creativity is not just about big, loud moments but also about quiet, steady progress.

I Adored Reading Until Others Weaponized It Against Me As An Academic Status Quo.

Then there is reading. Oh, how I have missed it. I used to be the kid who would stay up way too late with a flashlight under the covers, telling myself just one more chapter until suddenly it was morning. Somewhere along the way, I got too busy, too distracted, and books took a backseat. But now? I am falling in love with reading all over again. It is waking up my imagination, making me think, and most importantly, keeping me inspired. The more I read, the more I want to create, and that is a feeling I never want to lose again.

I Will Always Feel Resentment In How I Stopped Writitng,Due To Others Lack Of Respecting My Privacy.

And speaking of creating, writing has come back into my life like an old friend I did not realize I missed so much. There is something about putting words on a page that makes everything feel clearer, sharper, and more alive. Writing again has reminded me why I loved storytelling in the first place. It has reignited my creativity, bringing me back to the things that made my childhood feel magical. It is like every passion I ever had is finding its way back to me, and honestly, I am welcoming it with open arms.

This month has been intentional about movement, in every sense of the word. Moving forward in my career, moving my hands through yarn and pages, moving my mind back to the things I once loved. It feels like I am reconnecting with the best parts of myself, the ones that never really left but just needed a little nudge to come back to life. So here’s to the things that make us feel alive, the things we thought we lost but were just waiting to be found again. I am creating, I am loving, and most importantly, I am finally feeling like me again.