Welcome to 'Reaching for Eudaimonia'



Hello.

My name is Kateleigh. This is my first attempt at a writing and maintaining a blog.
           
The first question you may ask is: why is your blog titled ‘Reaching for Eudaimonia’?

 Eudaimonia is a Greek word that was meant to be synonymous to happiness or contentment. Currently it is often meant to refer to reaching a state of human flourishing.

 The word has since been Anglicized to ‘eudemonia,’ but I purposely kept it at the original.  I believe that we always carry some resemblance to what we have been in the past, which is a very big aspect of the content that will be on this blog.
           
So am I at my personal eudaimonia? Not even close.

 That is not to say that I don’t have moments of happiness. But if I am speaking truthfully, most of the time I am still reeling from an unexpected tragedy that happened over three years ago to my family.

 My father died when I was a senior in high school. He died on a Sunday. It was 17 days after his 59th birthday and 10 days after my 18th birthday.

This blog will have some content that might be hard to read. I will share some letters I wrote to my father over the past three years as well as some of my favorite memories of him.  I will eventually work myself up to talking about that day… the day he died.

 What I hope to accomplish from this blog is to reach out to people who have had similar tragedies in their lives and to let them know they aren’t alone. I haven't come across too many blogs that deal with younger adults losing a parent, so maybe this could help someone.

 I also do not think I can do this blog in chronological order (that is start when he died and move to where I am now).  This blog will be flipping back and forth between now and the past. Because of that decision, I will put the dates of when something was written at the bottom of each post. 

Welcome to my journey of ‘Reaching for Eudaimonia.’

           

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