Choir

The voices of “Advanced Vocal Ensemble” ring through the halls, but no one knows the truth. We’re harmonizing and laughing and enjoying every second we have before the bell tolls, bringing us back to homework, tests, and projects.

First sopranos, second sopranos, first altos, second altos… it never matters what section you’re in because you’re nothing on your own. You help everyone and everyone helps you.

Teamwork and challenges mold girls into a choir that is respected and appreciated by the rest of the school and community.

Caring and laughing mold us into young women who will forever remember these days.
April 2006

Good Book Karma

My library is only partially read… but aren’t all libraries built that way?
I can’t throw away book.
I believe all of these books are made for the perfect moment
When they need to be exactly where they are.
I wouldn’t go to the library down the street and toss a book away,
“I wasn’t going to read this one today”…
And so my library grows.

I’ll let you borrow any of them under the pretense I could get it back one day.
Though I may never read all of the books that I own,
maybe I will.
3.22.13

Beauty Secrets

When I think that no one’s looking, I “fix” myself;
I adjust, I pluck, I color.
I find things I don’t like and I try to make them “better”… but who is it for?
I find myself saying, “I don’t do it for your standards, I do it for myself.”
But then, truly, at the bottom of it all, I must ask:
Why do I care about my eyebrows?
I can’t even see them when I’m talking…
But you can.
February 24, 2013

Kind Words

My feelings feed into the conversations that I have with myself for my entire day.
If I repeat my to-do list, my faults, and my hardships, where will my heart be?

When I wash myself in the shower and negativity does not wipe away,
I have to make the decision to change the way I’m thinking.
I have to take myself to the next step– a leap of faith.

These topics often feel like they can’t be avoided, but I don’t need to dwell on them.
I create unnecessary anxiety for myself,
because I simply don’t remember to turn it off.

Perhaps it’s my inherent nervousness, but I believe it’s mostly habit.
I know that when I don’t take the time to love on myself,
There’s no one else who can help me get there.

I alone make the conscious decision to think positively.

What about you?

Do you speak to yourself with the same love that you give to others in your life,
or do you unconsciously bring yourself down?
Move up, get up, stand up to yourself. You are in control.
How to get there is simple—think about kindness and continue with positivity.

Take the time to wash away your anxieties and encourage your optimism.
Tell yourself the things you honestly deserve to hear.
March 4, 2013

I’m Possible

Someone told me once:
“Create a list of ‘impossible’ things and review it in one year.”
Hot air balloons? Savings? Skydiving?
Whatever you can imagine.
Perhaps fill it with things you’ve been saying you’d do for years
and never got around to.
Write down your ideas in a list of 5, 10, 15, 20….
whatever you can muster up.
Then see where your year goes.
No matter what you have written down,
I bet you’ll be surprised but the things you still want to do
and perhaps the things you’ve done.
You can do absolutely anything.
February 24, 2013

Sleep Disorder

I rarely sleep through the night.
Sometimes once, mostly twice…
I wake up and check the clock.
If I must, I run to the bathroom as quick as a racehorse
and then scuttle back to bed.
I’m fast asleep by the time I close my eyes again.
Some nights I hate it. Sometimes it’s what I most look forward to.
To sleep is when my brain is really off.
To wake is to realize I’ve been sleeping.
When I’m most tired, I fantasize about a night with 6 or 7 wake up calls,
just so the clock will let me lie back down.
It’s when there’s only one sleep that I feel like I’ve slept the least.
February 20, 2013

I Grew Up On Words

I remember days when I had no one else but you,
an unknown muse reading the words that sprayed from my fingertips like acid.

I shared everything;
every thought that came to mind was transplanted onto a computer screen on the other side of the world.

Strangers helped me understand how to love the world through poetry and kindness,
and I hope to help you do the same.
February 18, 2013

Socks

coffeeI take comfort in my socks. No, not just because they’re “comfortable”… it’s more than that.

I take comfort in the thought that my feet are going to be warm and protected and if they get wet—I can get a new pair.

Borderline disposable, but they never really meet their end.  Always lying in a drawer, ready for a wear.

Gain weight, lose weight, socks stay the same. Big socks, little socks, as long as they’re not too mismatched I’ll take them any way they come.

Stocking feet are one of the only ways that I consider myself forever able to shift into what fits.

Similarities

fruit1You make me remember who I am.

Two completely different women in two completely different places,

Both physically and emotionally,

And yet there’s no judgment, no anxiety.

It’s the mutual understanding of pure kindness.

I’m fascinated by what fascinates you;

What doesn’t come easily to others, comes easily to you.

If I met you ten years ago or ten years from now, it would be the same.

We’re just cut from the same cloth.

1.26.13