Writing a book and some short stories, baking, painting, sketching, reading, blogging, creating videos, making song covers, and writing music. I want to be creative constantly. I want to be creative in nearly every way possible. Combine that desire with my severe over-planning, and I become horribly overly ambitious. Over the years, I’ve gone through … Continue reading The Problems with Being Overly Ambitious
I'm not really the most qualified to write about this. I've not actually had many opportunities worth mention come my way, let alone seized them. But that's part of what this is about. The opportunities I have had have been beyond incredible, and I couldn't imagine my life without them. But I passed others by … Continue reading Seizing Opportunities
This certainly isn't a topic I'd usually write about, by why not give it a go? Let's start with the lowest first, shall we? People clipping their nails in public. I've never understood how people can do this. I understand wanting to even them out and trim them, but why not wait until you're home? … Continue reading My Top Three Pet Peeves
When I first got dressed, I was so excited to wear the outfit I had chosen for our final full day in England. I put on my black DeLorean tee, a brown plaid, wool skirt, my Minnie and Mickey Mouse shoes, and bright red lipstick.
I just finished watching the movie Whiplash for the first time, and I have no words that could fully describe the aftermath of wonder and confusion in which I am sitting. The confusion doesn't come from the movie in any way, but instead what the movie provoked inside my mind. The thoughts of amazement and desire, … Continue reading Lessons from a Drummer
Early this semester, I was asked to return to France with the Jacques Lefevre Institute as an intern. I'm glad to say I decided to apply and was accepted for a three month trip. I wrote this poem the day I was asked to return: Longing for Tomorrow (or Sword Beach)
The busy streets bustle as the fog begins to lessen ever so slightly from the sprinkle that is coming down from the unseen clouds far above. Black umbrellas open, scattered and worn, among the masses. The bright red of the public transport seems blinding in the dim light of the evening. As I walk down … Continue reading St. James