I had a dream last night ( Read more... )

While I was with the fencing team at Notre Dame over the weekend, I was like an evil bitch. There were times when even I said to myself  "Look- you need to stop it right now and cut it out before I punch you in the face." But really, I was just done: done with life, done with trying, done with giving it my best, because my best is constantly and ( Read more... )

Watch over us, O Lover of Souls.

Yet it was never about me, and was never meant to be about me, or even for me, but only through me, and only because He willed it. He could have chosen any number of other vessels, and thus the mantle has passed from me and unto another ( Read more... )

I run away from you, and when you pursue me, for any reason, I shell you away from me, to protect my heart from you, because I fear what will happen if I let you in again. Your love will fall short of my need time and time again. I do not know if I have the strength to allow for that. And for this I am sorry, and I mean no malice. Yet it would seem ( Read more... )

I retain my self despite the tidet, to my great surprise and against all odds, and affirm Your invitation in this season os ashes as confer my blessing once again, with a dogged though weary hand ( Read more... )

While at working at Subway over the past few hours, I came to a conclusion at least about one thing. My first hunch was right- I take up a foil and fence out of a sense of obligation. After reflecting on my experiences in my mind and with other people, I realized that I don't enjoy fencing anymore, for many reasons, in many respects, and on many ( Read more... )

An offering of heartaches ( Read more... )

I don't know why I fence anymore. I am critical of competition and I associate it with everything that has gone wrong in the world. I despise violence in all its forms, even in jest or in play. So why do I fence? Why do I put a damn sword in my hand and poke people with it? I take no pleasure in the activity, and at best it serves as a reminder of ( Read more... )

I don't know, Tibby, maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us, ya know? Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things like wearing these pants or getting to a new level of Dragon's Lair - making those count for more than the bad stuff. Maybe we just get ( Read more... )