I pulled out my favorite summer dress and let it fall familiarly over me as I smiled at the memories enshrouded in the fabric. It’s purple and pink and everything that makes me feel free.
As my Project 365 comes to a close, I am going to take some time to reflect, and write, about the lessons that came with it. The project helped me be strong enough to ask for help; to be more vulnerable. It’s hard, it sucks, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I want the things that I save and allow to occupy space in my life to invoke a smile, a warmth, to represent a memory recognizable mainly to me.
Returning from Texas I told my trainer I was ready for more... I looked at her and said: “I want to be strong.”
I think we’re all still just pushing through the season while dreaming of spring’s flowers, summer’s beaches, and fall’s foliage. I sometimes wonder if this is a life but for the time being I am an island. I am bloody Ibiza! As long as I’m not Greenland I’ll be fine.
I simply found myself unable to write the ending I’d come to rely on. It wasn’t the ending I wanted for my characters anymore. It wasn’t the ending I wanted for me anymore.
The question the guy in the bar didn’t ask was why. Why get a tattoo is a question I get on a regular basis. … why, indeed.