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I’ve sat down to write a post about change numerous times now. Each piece different from the last because I can’t seem to get it right the first time. That feels a little on the nose. I wanted to allude to change as a metamorphosis, but that doesn’t feel quite right. Because a caterpillar in a chrysalis sits and lets change happen for a bigger transformation. Sometimes change is forced on you…
The cool days are gone and the humid ones are back from the trenches. I’m not a fan of this time of year. I hate the heat. Have I said this enough here? My dogs don’t like it either. As soon as I open the door, one of my dogs scurries back onto the couch and hides behind blankets so I won’t take her with me. I don’t want to go out there either, little dog, but you and I need to get out of this…
That’s what I will call it when I take small steps in the direction I want to go. They’re not bigfoot steps because they don’t make dents in the ground big enough for the world to see. They’re small, and light, and sometimes people do a double take just to be sure, but no, it couldn’t be and then they shake their heads to get rid of the idea. These fairy steps don’t kick up dust and they don’t…
The room is quiet. I could say a little too quiet, but really, it’s probably as quiet as it should be for my mind to focus on something for a few seconds. Somehow, I can’t. The room is quiet, but my mind won’t stop moving around; shifting from thought to thought. This is funny because I want to commit to writing something, but my mind is too busy skipping through tabs of old stories from my…
It’s been hot. Sweltering. Moist. We’re at the beginning of August and I can finally go outside without feeling like I’m going to melt into the asphalt. The sun hasn’t been greeting me like an old friend lately; more like an enemy that I’ve been feuding with for millennia. Have you ever seen the movie “The Punisher”? There’s a scene where the character states that the heat from a torch can be…
It’s hard to imagine that I’ve ever been fully present in my life. I often feel as if I’m witnessing the world through a lens instead of truly being a part of the scene. Sometimes I watch myself do the complete opposite of what I should be doing. Like I’m in a movie theater watching a horror movie, and the character is about to walk head first into the killer. I’m yelling at the screen,…
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“No man is an island, Entire of itself.” I remember being in the 4th grade pretty well. It was the year I fell in love with writing. My teacher, Mrs. Pash, was a lovely woman, who told my parents to get me one of those glasses straps because I would often forget my glasses at home. It was also the year I had to wear prescription glasses for the first time. I hated them. I remember I wrote her a…
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Several Thoughts, too many questions
Sleep eludes me. I’m not sure why. Am I not doing enough in the day? I want to sleep, but my mind is louder than the rain sounds coming from my phone. I have several thoughts. I had one in particular that made me cry. “There’s a saying, ‘not being worth the paper it’s written on’. Am I worth the paper I’m writing on?” My mind can’t seem to slow down when I am going to sleep. It races. Things to…
I am being pulled. One way and then the other. I am a spinning top, a rolling stone. I can’t stop moving. It would be great if I was getting somewhere, but I seem to be going in circles. I am in a valley, deep and hidden, and I roll to the edge and teeter on the brink and then slowly I roll to the opposite side. I forget what it means to be human every day. If I sit back and experience all…
Why am I still here? The sun is boring. Boring right into my back. It’s hot. There’s no other word for it, nothing better really. Hot. When I think of who I was when I first started this… I am reminded that it is still me. I am still the same person, I am still here, and for some ungodly reason, I am still trying. Why? I want to scream that ‘why?’ into the void of the universe, but I know…
