Tuesday, January 17, 2017

The Snow

The snow 
It casts an ethereal, shimmery blue across everything 
The sun sets, it still illuminates light 
Glimmering in the sun, it blinds drivers and passer-bys 
So peaceful, so messy, so pretty 

I'm not meant to write poetry, but glancing out my window at the snow last night brought all the feelings I could imagine, so I mustered up a poem. Not too shabby, eh? 

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

welcome to 2017

Supposedly, to become a better writer it is highly encouraged to write every single day.

I fight daily with myself to achieve this goal. It's not that I don't want to write, but some days I feel uninspired or bored, realizing more and more that those dreaded essay prompts from high school are actually very welcoming when all your brain can think about is how cold its toes are and would you put on warmer socks, please.

I am not going to make banal promises about blogging more frequently this year. I have lied to myself too many times about that and, quite frankly, I'm tired of myself being so silly. This way, the blog posts will be as much of a surprise to me as they are to you, and then I can start setting deadlines for myself again. Say we start this in February or March?


If I haven't come here to write or tell you about how I will write, why did I come back at all?

Who knows! Your guess is as good as mine.

All I know is that after graduating college this December, I felt such a weight lift off my shoulders I felt like I could finally stand up straight again. I didn't realize how much college wore me out and how often I stuck my nose in a book instead of standing up, stretching a bit and enjoying a thing or two. I feel ready to read fun books again.

Since graduating I've been feeling very relieved for a moment to not think about deadlines or stress immensely about getting a job. This has, by far, been most challenging for me. I really want a job. I really want a job. I know most grads probably say that (who doesn't?). I have worked since I was 14 years old, and not having a job has nearly caused me to break out in hives every morning, but I know that my brain and weary shoulders need a break.

Graduating early was great and all, but I'm wore-out. And that's okay to admit, isn't it? I'm no good to an employer, dead or alive, if I'm a walking zombie with a diploma.

Happy January, friends. May your year be merry, your hearts be happy and your mouth ready to say "no!" when you're sacrificing your sanity for the American Dream.