And there I am. Hot tea spilling over the counter and beneath the scanning thingy and I’m on the phone with a lady who’s asking me to do something that could very easily be done online herself, and I have to pause. The curly phone cord stretches as I reach for the blessed roll of paper towels kept on the bottom shelf of the desk, and by the time I stand back up with a wad of them in my hand, the tea puddle is inching even closer to the computer. Continue reading
“Ancora imparo (I am still learning).” -Michelangelo, Age 87
If you have been reading along, my previous post introduces something I’ve been spinning around like a funky Rubik’s cube in my head since the beginning of this year. (See previous post here for part one: “Sponge Talk: I Am Still Learning – Part One“) Here’s the continuation. Continue reading
It’s one of those days. The words aren’t coming easy. You’re trying to find them, but they are falling into flat, pasty sentences that taste like cardboard and translate poorly. You can’t see them mattering.
You’re wondering, “Why bother?”
You have read so many stories from so many talented writers. You’ve soaked up their words with all the awe and wonder that comes with, “Aha! See?! I’m not alone. Someone knows what that felt like.” Continue reading
It’s strange to walk the streets of a place/city you’ve once lived in, grown in, cried in, and thrived in. It’s strange because you remember exactly what it felt like, what the routine of sounds and sights consisted of, and how familiar it all became during your time there. You remember the exact shade of yellow all the license plates were, and you remember the old smell of the library and the chiming tone of the elevator in your best friend’s halls when the doors opened. You remember how wobbly the buses were and exactly what the raindrops felt like while you waited for that bus to arrive. Continue reading
I debated this entire blog post. Honestly, because I thought it would be just a little too honest and a little too close to home. But I realized that the 4th of July is upon us and in the same second I realized I haven’t written a blog post in a long time, and then I thought: “Why not put the two together?” Continue reading
January has begun and is already almost over.
I feel like I start a lot of blog posts commenting on the natural process of time passing, but it’s because I haven’t gotten my head around the concept quite yet. Maybe it will click sometime in later years, but for now it hasn’t, and I still marvel. Continue reading
A few months ago, I was sitting in the hammock on my porch, trying to read, and being rather unsuccessful. I was also trying to write about where my brain was currently at, in an attempt to organize it I guess, but was also being rather unsuccessful.
Be careful asking God for more, because He will always deliver.
I think God has worked on me in stages, as He normally does, but in much larger stages than usual at the start of my college years because I finally asked for more, discontent with the level I was experiencing His presence in my life. Continue reading
In case y’all didn’t know, I love making lists. I keep a bullet journal in my purse almost at all times in case I ever have the need to jot something down like a story idea, a good character name I came across at the grocery store, or a list I made in the middle of a coffee shop over a latte and a chocolate croissant. Continue reading
Over the past week I’ve woken up at home. Finally at home, and for an indefinite period of time. I’ve looked forward to this very much since I haven’t gotten to stay in one place indefinitely for a very long time. Continue reading