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Star: A stab at fiction
I don’t really write much but essays. Or rants. Or whatever you call it. I’m not much for creating things I don’t know in my head. However as I was washing my hands yesterday over the sink, a scene popped into my head, and I knew I had to write it down. That said, please see Star. A work of fiction, below. He saw her across the room and had to take a breath. “She looks the sameâ€. He thought to himself. “Still not a smiler but always had a hint of a smirk there.†Beer in hand, he tries to carry on, but finds himself too distracted to…
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On saying “Yes” more often
I have decided that 2016 is going to be the year of the yes. Life is short, and we don’t know when our life decides to end. And due to the aforementioned turning thirty, I find myself wanting to do more than what I used to, because of circumstances and events I cannot control. Now that my life is a little bit more under my purview, I want this year (and the years to come) to be more of a year of saying yes. Yes to things I haven’t tried before. To experiences that I might not initially find enjoyable, but will grow to love. I am getting too old…
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On letting go of things that no longer fit
I quote this, not as a vague comment on my relationship (We’re happy, thank you for asking), but of life in general. As part of the *new year* the girls in the house decided to clean their closets for things to give away, and it hit me how my philosophy in getting rid of the clothes in my space now parallels how I relate to the people in my life. It was simple, if I can no longer see myself ever fitting in it, or I can no longer see myself in it even if it did, I’ll let it go (cue Elsa in the ice gown). I got rid…
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Saying goodbye to 2015, and to looking ahead
When I think of my 2015, I think of two things: learning and hunger. I say learning because I learned a ton more of myself this year than I have in a while. Leaving my comfort zone at work and actual comfort zone meaning my home and life for chunks of time (approximately 2 and a half months away from home, around 13-18 hour plane rides to get there each) gave me perspective on myself I never had to face before. I learned that I really liked my own space. That I need alone time to decompress after a long day. That being lost in a city isn’t so bad…
