Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
- My kind, loving, supportive family
- Wonderful, fun, and uplifting friends
- Being alive
- A warm house in the winter (even if it isn't as warm as I hope, sometimes) and a cool house in the summer
- Clothes that don't look like brown paper bags
- A singing voice that I'm not afraid to share with the world anymore
- The ability to walk (because I'm often lazy and want to drive from Curry to BCM instead of walk the five minutes across campus in the cold)... but more importantly, the ability to dance (even though I can't do it well)
- The ability to find the good in everyone I meet
- My camera, because I can capture the moments I love and save them to pull out on rainy days
- His grace and mercy
- His love
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
- Some days, most days, I don't wear make up.
- I lose my temper easily when it comes to my brother.
- Things annoy me that probably shouldn't.
- I often say the wrong thing or don't think before I speak.
- Sometimes I lie to the people I love so they won't worry about me.
- I whine too much.
- I procrastinate.
- I get into moods where I don't want to talk/listen to/be around any people at all. This mood switch can happen so fast that I didn't even see it coming.
- I rarely finish the projects I start.
- I can be judgmental
- I have a hard time saying "no".
- I'm VERY critical when it comes to people's singing and/or acting abilities
- I have an overwhelmingly strong desire to quit school and move to NYC to pursue a Broadway career
Sunday, November 7, 2010
- Be yourself. It sounds corny, but it's true. You were born an original. Don't die a copy.
- Smile. A lot. Laugh when you want to and sing all the time. I tell people to sing because that's how I cope with things. Whenever I'm sad or stressed or hurting I sing and it instantly makes me feel better, as does listening to music. And you don't need a good voice to sing. It doesn't matter if you can't carry a tune in a bucket or you can, if you have a problem with pitch or not, if you're off key or on it, sing loudly and proudly.
- Write - it's a wonderful stress reliever. I don't know what's wrong with me, but for the past week all I've been doing is writing in my journal. ALL. THE. TIME. I've never written as much as I have the last few days. It's wonderful.
- Tell someone you love that you love them.
- Pop bubble wrap. It's fun and theraputic.
- Blow bubbles outside. Who didn't love blowing bubbles as a child. If we do child-like things that remind us of that time when we were young and carefree, then we'll feel young and carefree.
- Find an animal that you love and play with it. I love dogs, but some people prefer a cat or a hamster, maybe even a snake....
- Create something. A novel, a drawing, a painting, a song, a sculpture, pottery, jewelry, clothing. Make something that is all yours, belongs to no one but you.
- Cry. It releases endorphins and makes you happy.
- Take pictures. Capture those happy moments and no matter what happens never ever burn them. Why should you erase something if it once made you happy?
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
- Proverbs 3:24
- Isaiah 51:7
- Mark 5:36
- Matthew 10:31
- Isaiah 12:2
- Psalm 56:3
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
She sits on a cold, dirty linoleum floor sobbing for her lost loved one. Tears stain her cheeks and shirt. Feeling so out of control she waits for the feeling to subside, but it does not. In walks one angel, wearing a black shirt and jeans, she sits down beside her and gently strokes her hair, comforting her, silently saying everything will be alright. In walks two more angels, their eyes full of sympathy and understanding. Both kneel down to her, one sitting next to her, patting her arm, the other at her feet. After an hour of tears and corny jokes, laughter and songs, the girl realizes that even when she is broken in a million little pieces that every tear falls for a reason, and that there is beauty in the breaking a young heart.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
My puppy, Mac. Got him when I was two and had to let him go when I was eighteen. Today, while driving home I starting thinking about him and the last day I saw him alive. Both of his back legs were broken, yet he lay in the laundry basket silent and unmoving. The strangest thing was he wasn't wimpering - only when he moved - or shaking, or freaking out at all. He was peaceful while I stroked him crying and telling him everything would be okay.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Danny’s red truck barreled up the windy road. A neighbor who saw him pass said he had to be going at least 90 miles an hour. Danny looked at the speedometer, he was pushing 100 and it still wasn’t fast enough. His heart was beating fast and his head was pounding. You need to come home now. The house is on fire. His wife’s words resounded in his head. He’d been at the gun club and was already packing up to head home for lunch when he got her call. Her call! Oh how he froze when she’d said the words. The house is on fire. She said it calmly, but he could tell she was just as scared as he. I’m out. I’m okay. She’s out. She’s okay. He rounded the last corner, his truck leaning on two wheels. He saw it – up ahead. The house completely engulfed in red and orange flames, smoke darker than night pouring out of the open front door. Danny’s wife stood in the neighbor’s backyard just staring up at the house on the hill. Her hand covered her mouth as she sobbed while the house fell. Where were the firemen? Why was no one here? In one movement he stopped his truck, slammed it in park and ran to her. He took her in his arms and together they sobbed and watched their life crash before their eyes. He couldn’t believe it. Everything they worked for their whole lives. For the past thirty-eight years they’d lived in that house. Every smile, every laugh, every tear, and every memory would forever be lost in the ashes of a broken house.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
I don't know where you are. I don't know how you got there. And I don't know why you left. But I miss you and I love you. I'm praying for you and I hope that soon you find yourself headed back to that beautiful brick building on Bowery Street.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I wrote this a few months ago and while cleaning out my computer tonight I found it. I remember the day I wrote this, and the friend I made in the process. He's kind of terrific, but not in the I-want-to-date-him kind of way, in the He-will-be-my-friend-until-the-day-I-die kind of way.
I didn’t know you. I’d met you once, but we didn’t talk.
We exchanged glances and smiles but never words…
And then, when all of the people faded into the background
You opened your mouth and sang to me; the sweetest words.
All I could do was stare at your imperfect face, your crooked smile.
And then, I spoke. I laughed. I opened up.
I’ve never done that before. You easily undo my senses.
You make me feel exposed but hidden, uncomfortable but relaxed,
Broken but whole, happy but heartrending…
You change the way I feel.
And I like it.