Oh, The Places I’ve Been

“You’re off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting, So… get on your way!”
―Dr. Seuss

For Maggie: my inspiration, sister, friend, kindred spirit. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me the past few years, you are an amazing woman who continues to surprise me with your talents. I’m no writer, but I hope you’ll enjoy my story.

Freshman year 2012

Freshman year 2012

Today is the day I am officially no longer a child. Today is the day I am a high school graduate, not a high school student. Yesterday I walked across a stage, shook a hand, and sung my school song for the last time, and just like that: it was over. Oh, the places I’ve been. The family of friends that I will leave behind, the memories never forgotten, the tears shed together, this is it, this is was high school. Today is the day I embark on a new journey, a journey that will take me over oceans, out of my comfort zones, and a journey of discovery. Today begins the restart. A new beginning, but not without the proper goodbye.

Sophmore Year 2012

Sophmore Year 2012

Sophomore year spirit week 2012

Sophomore year spirit week 2012

I believe in grieving a change. Change is good, change is a gift to be respected, but change is loss. Any change, big or small, good or bad, is loss. Loss of the norm, loss of the ordinary. Yesterday was the end of 4 years of the same people, same routine, same school. In fact, you could even say it was the ending of 13 years of routine. That’s 5 years less than the span of my entire life. I would not have changed one thing about my life. I believe even through the mistakes I made, I learned priceless lessons that are more valuable to me than any material possession ever could.

Junior year spirit week 2013

Junior year spirit week 2013

Junior Year spirit week 2013

Junior Year spirit week 2013

Junior Prom 2014

Junior Prom 2014

“They were the best of times, they were the worst of times.” High school was not all good, though. I went through many difficult times with my classmates and on my own. But I am grateful. I stand today grateful for the mistakes and the hardship. Grateful to be walking out of it a new person; not a different person- more like a Hannah 2.0. I am still the same me that walked through the front door of Louisville Male High School as a scared and awkward freshman, but I am upgraded. I have learned how to take opportunities while they are here, I’ve learned to appreciate the people who have been in my life- regardless of how close we may have been, and perhaps most importantly- I have learned how to love: better.

Senior year 2015

Senior year 2015

Senior Prom 2015

Senior Prom 2015

On graduation day I cried. Some tears were happy; happy for all the people sitting next to me on the stage, happy for all the teachers and staff finally seeing the moment they’ve waited for, and happy that I had the experience I did at Louisville Male High. Some tears were sad. I could not help but “cry because it’s over,” because that’s exactly who I am. I’m Hannah, and I will not apologize for who I am. I’m ready to move forward, but looking back and remembering, not dwelling, is something we should all do. It keeps us humans on an equilibrium. It’s how we learn and how we stay happy.

Graduation Day 2015

Graduation Day 2015

On the last day of high school, seniors are given the privilege of walking through the whole school for the last time as high school students. Can I just say some of my faith in my generation was restored that day? Being a part of that experience was a unique one, that many people don’t experience. As I walked past every teacher I’d ever had (and hugged every single one), they all had nothing but positive and encouraging words for me. Those words alone are enough to make me sure of my decisions during the last 4 years. They made me realize that I had done it, I had reached my goal, I had finished this race, and I am so thankful to them, for teaching me not only lessons in Stats, English, and Photography, but lessons in life.

Senior College English 2015

Senior College English 2015

My class president compared high school to a summer reading book. At first, you can’t hardly read one page without falling asleep, and you can’t wait for it to be over with. But then, you start meeting the characters and getting to know the plot. Then, as you start reaching the end, the pages seem to fly by and you don’t want it to end because you have grown to love the characters, and next thing you know, it’s over. But then you find out there’s a sequel. So you immediately go purchase the book, so excited to read it and meet the new characters, and perhaps some of the old ones too.

My sequel is coming, and I am so excited to meet new characters and see what new stories I will read. Today is the day I start writing my sequel , a new four years has begun and I cannot wait to learn and explore and discover. Western Kentucky University, Bring it on.

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New Chapters

“We cannot become what we want by remaining who we are.”

2014. What a year. I experienced new people and traveled to places I never expected I would see. New York City: the city of diversity, Portugal: the beautiful people, Summer camp: lasting memories I’ll cherish forever. I even took time to explore Kentucky, my own home. It’s amazing what you can discover when you just take the time to explore.

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I seized moments that would otherwise be passed by without a second glance. I “embraced the season” and started this blog. I tried ballet for the first time, despite fears. I dove headfirst into things that I was skeptical and scared of. I took risks. I made bad decisions. People left my life and new ones entered. Senior year began, Junior year; with its ACT, ended. I learned an incredible amount about myself in 2014.

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It’s amazing how just one year can have such an impact on our lives. A year can change you. I’m still the same old Hannah, but newer, updated, improved. Sometimes it felt as if I would take two steps forward and three back, but I made it. I finished the race. 2015 is a new chapter in the book of Hannah Marie Seaver. I have no idea where it’s going to take me. Maybe across seas, maybe not. But in 2015, I know one thing for sure is bound to happen: knowledge. I will learn a lot this year. This is the year I graduate high school, the first twelve years of schooling are finally coming to a close. Thank. God. This is the year I go to college. One door is closing and many are opening. The door I choose to walk through is my choice, and I can’t wait to go on this adventure we call “life”.

Embrace The Season

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”

I ride the bus home from school every day. Ew. An hour commute instead of a quick, 20 minute drive. The worst part? When it’s 3 degrees outside and you have to walk a quarter of a mile home. Each day, when I walk home, I cross over a little creek in a “common area” behind my house. Usually I don’t look twice at it, but today was different. I almost felt childlike. Back to the frame of mind where your biggest worry is whether or not you get Mac-n-cheese for dinner.

As I went to cross the creek, I noticed it was solid ice. At least 6 inches thick. And you know what I thought as I was sliding across the ice? How we are always so rushed and concerned about our own pain, we forget to stop and admire how beautiful things really are. I stood there for a minute, contemplating how delicate and stunning the ice looked to me. How a simple thing–when given the chance, can be beautiful. I started to walk down the little ice path, and noticed some leaves frozen underneath the ice. Frozen in time.

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I smiled to myself, and walked on. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I couldn’t feel my hands or face. I guess I just had been too concentrated on other things besides my own worry/concerns. And guess what? No frostbite. One might wonder why I take the time to sit here and write about something so insignificant. But for me, I can see the purpose in it. It seems that for every single day of the winter, someone has something to complain about. “Why aren’t my kids back at school, I’m getting sick of them.” “It’s so gross and ugly outside.” “I hate this weather.” Etc, etc, etc. Well, I’ll admit it, I was one of those people. Especially once I got older. I couldn’t ever find the good in winter. It made me want to stay in bed all day. But this little experience gave me a different perspective on winter, God, and the seasons.

On winter- it’s beautiful, but only if you give it a chance, and stop awhile to see it. On God- just how powerful he is, and how he works everything out in detail. Nothing is an accident, and I’m so thankful for that. On seasons- embrace every “winter” in your life. Be positive about it, and know that it’s for a purpose. And hey, while you’re there, build a snowman!

Fearless

“Fear will keep you away from the good in life, but you have to be honest about it before you can remove it from your existence.”

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Throughout my life I have always been scared. Scared of what people thought, scared to face my demons, scared to live loudly. A few months ago, I began reading a book called, “God Loves Ugly” by Christa Black. At the end of every chapter, there are some mind racking questions to answer about yourself. It’s tough. But as I go through each chapter and dive deeper into who I am and why I do the things I do, I begin to realize how fearful I am. There, I said it. I’m afraid.

On January 15th, 2014 I took a ballet class for the first time in my life. It may not sound like a huge deal, but let me tell you, it was. One of my biggest fears is the unknown. Many of my angsts stem from this. (What Hannah doesn’t know does hurt her.) After reading many books, saying many prayers, and spending lots of time wishing, I finally took the first step towards making myself “fearless”.

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Well, this whole “fearless” idea is nothing new to me. I have always desired to be a confident, bold, and Godly young woman. I can’t really pinpoint a certain time/place/person that catalyzed my decision to start dance. It was more like a slow process, and a lot of procrastination.

So, now comes the question of the hour: “What the heck does Vita è Bella mean?!” Simple. “Life is beautiful “, it’s Italian. I was inspired to start blogging after I read some really neat journals of people who are living my dream: traveling the world. I mused that this blog wouldn’t actually formulate until I actually accomplished that goal; but hey, when the time’s right it’s right.

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I love this quote. I have always considered myself a passionate, and determined person. There’s something about these words that just give you a sense of empowerment. Like, if you set your heart to it, you can accomplish it. (and I, myself, am a firm believer in that)

One of my lifetime ambitions has always been to travel the world. To experience cultures, people, and places that are different and new. Even just the thought of it makes me happy. If I could wish myself places, I would have already traveled the world.

I do believe I was placed here for a purpose, and that God will achieve his master plan through me one way or the other. (with or without my consent-he’s God after all.) And I do hope with all my heart that he will present opportunities for me to travel, and see his glory here on earth, but if not- that’s ok too, because he is enough.

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Tip of my hat to:

WordPress: for helping to make my blog come together.

This Video: for inspiring me.

Christa Black: for writing “God Loves Ugly” an inspiring and motivating read.

Mom & Dad: for putting up with me.

My friends: for encouraging me to go for my goals.

Mag & Cheese: for helping me figure out wordpress 😉

America: for the freedom of speech//press.

God: for confidence.

{Disclaimer: If you do not agree with things mentioned on this blog and/or it annoys you, the answer is simple: don’t read it. There are plenty of places for negativity, but this is not one.}