This is just me reaffirming what I already know–September is here and that means Thailand is happening soon.
I have three weeks to get my shit together and prepare for this wild and crazy adventure of mine.
I am so excited to explore this [what I’ve heard is] beautiful country. I am so excited to ACTUALLY USE MY ENGLISH DEGREE [something I thought I’d never actually do in an actual job] while exploring the field of education in a classroom setting. I’m excited to learn and grow and further become that person I’m striving to be. I’m excited to get outside my comfort zone…but I’m also scared. And oh boy, am I not prepared. But as much as I buy and as much as I pack…I don’t think I’ll ever truly be prepared. This is just something I gotta do. Dive into head first without looking back.
Scare yourself. Allow yourself to be uncomfortable. You just might will thank yourself later.
For a lot of reasons, really. I don’t think I can properly explain it all entirely.
I’m feeling vulnerable and I’m going to tell you about it because I hate pretending I’m okay when I’m not and I think, in general, humans are too apt to cover up less-than-cheerful feelings. I think, in general, humans are too afraid to really feel.
Well, I’m feeling a lot right now and I’m not sure I can articulate all of those feels because their
pretty damn complex, but I’m going to make an effort because I’m a writer and this is how I do.
I’m feeling vulnerable because I spent the last hour of work today wiping counters that didn’t need to be wiped and washing dishes that didn’t need to be washed. I didn’t get a single order Continue reading “Vulnerability”
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. — A.A. Milne
Have you ever asked yourself why you love something?
One of my friends asked me this the other day and I didn’t really know how to answer.
“Er…it’s really complicated, how do I even begin to explain?”
As I prepare to graduate today, I can’t help but ask myself all the reasons I love Morris. It’s a common string of words for me to say these days. I’ve said it plenty of times here on the blog. “I love this place so much. I’m going to miss it.”
But why? Why do I love this place so much? What is that it I’m going to miss?
Last night, drunk, emotional Britta cried for what felt like ages–it was probably an hour or so–while her friends sat with her drunkingly giving her pep talks about life.
They were tears of joy, happiness, sadness, anger. I don’t remember the last time I cried that hard for that long. I certainly don’t think I’ve ever experienced so many different emotions while crying.
Reblogging this one from a few months ago. I reread it today and realized it probably is the post I’m most proud of to date…and I’d like to get it out to a wider audience now that I sort of kind of have one.
The bar was crowded, the music was too loud–overpowering really. Something that was a constant every Thursday night. Regardless of how many people were there, the terrible loudness of the music never changed from week to week.
He leaned in closer, his lips, which moments ago had been on hers, were now a breath away from her ear.
At the beginning, Gabby and Caitlin seemed like an unconventional pair if there ever was one.
They were the fiery Democrat who’s been Ready for Hillary since the day she was born and the lone Conservative in the Democratic section of the Congressional Baseball game. I’ll always remember the day Gabby got up at 3 am do go to Hillary Clinton’s book signing at a nearby Sam’s Club…how she bought a membership (I kid you not) just to get that book signed by her political hero. I’ll never forget Caitlin’s yelps of disappointment among a throng of cheers, as the Democrats scored yet another run.