Defintion: Epiphany

e·piph·a·ny
–noun, plural -nies.
/ɪˈpɪf ə ni/ Pronunciation Key [i-pif-uh-nee]
a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.


I am not writing in this blog because I want attention. I’m not planning on anyone even reading it. I’m not hoping for someone to read it and it change their life … I’m just writing it in hope that perhaps someone will stumble across it during their quest or simple surfing of the web and they are inspired to begin their own. Plus, I can type faster than I can write.

This first blog, however, will not contain little insights to my life … the basics, the typical introduction. I’m not going to lie, it’s going to dive right into the wonderful drama-filled events that envelope a teenage girl’s life. Not to mention, I don’t wish to disclose some of my more personal facts, rather than the personal events that occur. … Okay so that was a bit of an oxymoron, but you will find in the approaching months that I’m a bit of a contradictive, random, yet predictable person.



My life has been a bit more eventful lately than normal. You can usually find me at school, at home, or at work on the weekends but recently, I have been “fortunate” enough to have a bit of a modification to my habitual lifestyle. And as I was driving home from a nice outing with a friend, I found myself thinking about the entire thing.
I had been with David for two years, the longest I’d ever been with anyone by more than four months. And I was okay with being with him that long, I wanted to be with him longer. He is currently attending Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia. I am back home … in a small town in the most southern part of Michigan … ten hours away. It’s been the most difficult months since August that I have ever gone through with him. And not once do I regret doing it. I might suggest to other people that they shouldn’t do it because it’s the most difficult thing in the world, but I would never take it all back.
Recently … Tuesday night at 12:30 AM to be exact, it was decided that it was too difficult. And through all of the misunderstandings and broken hearts, we hung up the phone three hours later and I cried and ran to my mother like I used to when I’d had a bad dream. When she woke up, all she said was, “It was just a dream, it was just a dream.” And through the sobs and tears, I kept repeating, “No it’s not, it’s real.”
Since Tuesday night, I’ve had lots of time to think about what’s happened. I am miserable about the entire ordeal … but what am I to do. Advice from friends is always so difficult to take, just as from family too. They take offense if you don’t use their advice, they get mad if you get weak, and they often push things on you that you aren’t ready to do. My friends and family have all been supportive; they may say what I want to hear at first, but they aren’t afraid to tell the truth. Most importantly, they listen. Always, they listen. And I love that.
Today I’m not going to talk about how I want things to turn out, just how I have been shaped and molded by the love, care, opinions. of David Trippett.
In all of my life, I would consider those closest to me the people who have influenced me the most. The top five would include my parents (2), my Aunt Wendy, David, and Sarah Sessions. These people have seen me at my worst. They have helped me through the worst and have always been there for the best. My parents raised me, they taught me things that I would’ve only learned from them. My Aunt was the coolest relative I ever had and every day, I want to be like her. David was my first real love. And Sarah was my first true friend that ended up not being what I wanted. Each person taught me something significant, or more than one thing.
When I am away from my parents, I don’t change. My appearance, my personality, my actions, they don’t change; okay just my attitude changes typically, but that is normal with parents. My Aunt Wendy lives an hour and a half away so I’m used to not seeing her. Sarah has been out of my life for over two years now and that’s made everything even better. But with David … I think that will be a bit different.
I have noticed that in the five months that David has been consistently gone, I’ve changed and not necessarily in a good way. I am more independent, yes, but more bad mannered. I am not afraid to speak my opinions and more than often, I don’t think before I speak. I haven’t become a mean person; I just haven’t been as nice as I used to be. And when he comes back home, I slowly return to my previous state; the one where I think before I talk, where I don’t care about myself as much as I do other people. And I’m afraid that with him out of my life, unable to influence me, unable to ground me, unable to reach out to me, I won’t return to that previous state.

Something I don’t understand one bit..
If we’re both miserable, then what’s the point.