and I'm breathing ( Read more... )

When I found out I would be reading Frankenstein repeatedly for my Critical Approaches To Literature class, I cringed. I sighed. I sat back lower in my chair. I caught my own eye in the reflection of the classroom window and began contemplating ways to escape from the 3.25 hour class.

10 pages into the book, I LOVE IT.

"Nothing contributes so much to ( Read more... )

Unless I'm way off on the very little I do know about my future, this is my last semester of school. My last four months at Brockport. So this is a warning. I want to embrace it all, absorb it all, live it all, fully engage in it all, but the truth is, I'm really sad. And I'm a little scared. And I'm rediculously excited. And I don't want to be a ( Read more... )

more than ever.

I spent too much time this summer numb to the here and now, lost in my other world, the one that screams at me and pulls me in and convinces me of its importance no matter where i am, who i'm with, or what i'm doing. I've been so many places, but i rarely left my world. For brief moments i would step outside and perceive. I saw a ( Read more... )

dad and I broke ground for my Piano Shack - in the woods on a bend in the river, across from a very large field in which the sun sets perfectly.

I am very, very excited.

=]

that is all.

It's a good feeling knowing you're where you're supposed to be.

Last night I reminded God how much time I have left here before I head back to Brockport. I reminded Him, just in case it may have slipped His mind, that in four weeks I head back to the world I've come to love for my last semester with the people I've cared for, the place I've broken ( Read more... )

I need to be healthy. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. Relationally. I don't remember the last time I was truly healthy. In every way ( Read more... )

can't be validated or destroyed 
by a person.

I can't be measured by what someone sees.
I can't be enough because someone says i'm great.
I can't be a failure because someone say's i've messed up, again.

One of the scariest moments for me this past year was the moment I realized I had begun to see myself as others saw me. I had allowed myself to believe ( Read more... )

I've been wanting to somehow write out exactly what the first six weeks of my summer were like. Everything I experienced, everything I learned, everything I fell in love with. Maybe it's too close to my heart, too real and fresh and wonderful inside, but I can't seem to do it. And I'm not even sure I want to anymore. Because I don't want to ever ( Read more... )

Every segment of my life changes me. Every time I live at all I discover something new, realize something I never realized before, feel my heart swelling and shifting and moving and changing within me as the God of the universe stretches me and challenges me, ripping me out of my ideals and pushing me deeper into the reality of what is and the ( Read more... )