SHATTERED

SHATTERED The image I have tried to create lies shattered on the floor Broken images staring back and taunting me The me I aimed to be laughing at my failure Exposing the self that hid behind the mirror Throwing the broken pieces out the door Recreating the person I think I should be Realizing I…

WE ARE MORE THAN THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD

Today I probably won’t make much sense but sticking to the whole reason I started this blog I am just going to put it out there. This post is about my tendency to think too much.  I owe a new friend for these revelations about myself because it was my conversation about my love for…

MY OVERGROWN PASSAGE

Many years ago I embarked on an excursion.  I didn’t understand it at the time because I was much too young to remember it but that is where it starts for everyone. We are born into a journey.  Many of us start out with someone showing us how to navigate the road set before us,…

THE BOY WITH THE BLOG

I met this boy very, very briefly one night.  It was a chance encounter because I was accompanying a friend to see a play another friend was in and ended up meeting this boy who, as you will read, became one of my favorite friends.  I remember shaking the boy’s hand, saying “Hi, nice to meet…

PATIENCE AND THE TROLL

Today I look like I do any other day from an outsider’s perspective.  However, today I have put myself in time out.  I am not allowed to have any important conversations about feelings.  I am not allowed to think destructive or self-deprecating thoughts.  I am not allowed to sit and sulk.  Today I will sit…

STOLEN MOMENTS

Sometimes I wonder if he could utter the words that could save his life. I have never seen someone so full of pain and sadness and it kills any words I might utter in return. Depression is a thief stealing perfectly good moments and locking them in the dark. There must have been dreams and…

WHEN MY HEART HUGS MY MIND

My brain has a bad habit of withholding information from my heart.  It has developed a severe superiority complex and doesn’t like to ask for help.  My heart and mind are supposed to be a team, work together, solve problems, to create a more stable me.  I have known they haven’t been getting along for…

AGAIN….AGAIN…AGAIN

Woke up looking for myself AGAIN.  I could feel reality playing hide-n-seek in my mind AGAIN. Desperately trying to find any evidence I had been there, a trail, breadcrumbs, anything AGAIN.  A clue that might help me find my confidence before the insecurities, in this absence of reality,  come out and play and run rampant AGAIN. I jump in the shower because…

HAPPINESS IS AN ART

I am starting to believe happiness is an art.  It looks different on everybody.  Some people you have to really study and sit with a bit to see the happiness.  Other people are like glitter painted rainbows and sunshine.  Still others are very abstract, moody even, but the happiness is in there somewhere among all…

KILLER EXPECTATION

FORGET the fact that although I planned to run this morning my sleepy eyes had other ideas. FORGET the fact that I couldn’t find anything to wear to work because sleeping in is ruining my running efforts.  FORGET the fact that I couldn’t find my makeup to hide the stress bumps on my face (yea…