Showing posts with label little stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label little stories. Show all posts

Monday, August 5, 2013

Good Things

Have you ever forgotten to publish a post? I apparently have because this list of Good Things was left in my drafts from LAST August! How it never get published I cannot tell you. What I can tell you is that it's too nostalgic to be deleted.  So here we are!

Good things from the week of August 22, 2012:
  • Last opening convocation with Emily and realizing that we're SENIORS and that we can sneak down the stairs a tad bit early and no one will care
  • Super melty grilled cheeses for dinner
  • Lots of puppy kisses during class on Tuesday night and getting to spend some time with the dogs at the Seguin Animal Shelter
  • Going for walks around the neighborhood with Lance and my roomies between classes
  • Seeing familiar faces all around campus

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy New Year!!

Declaration of Intention by Emily McDowell

This year, I will live life to the fullest.  I will let go of past regrets and burned bridges and embrace the possibilities of the future.  I will honor my dreams by nourishing them even when they seem impossible and love myself more by taking the time to do the things that I love. I will stand up & share my happiness and hope with the world. 

This year, I will remember that I am loved and I am enough.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Two Things


School is crazy.  Work is crazy. Life is crazy.

All is good.

But here are two especially good things.

Good advice.



Monday, August 13, 2012

Andrea Gibson

The Nutritionist // Andrea Gibson

Crab Apple Pirates // Andrea Gibson
                        


     As soon as I'm not entirely and wholly too broke to buy books, I'm buying all of Andrea Gibson's anthologies.  I discovered her work a few days ago and I've literally been unable to stop myself from watching videos of her performances.  Her words are so powerful, the way her voice shakes and her body's enveloped by emotion.  You can tell how important all of these little stories are to her, how much they mean.  This is how I want my poetry to be; not something written, something lived.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Introducing...the FABULOUS Warby Parker

A few weeks ago a friend of mine lost his glasses at the beach.  I remembered hearing about a company called Warby Parker that did the whole one-for-one thing (like TOMS shoes) but with glasses instead.  Plus, the style was right up his alley.  Anyways, they have a free home try-on program so he gave it a try. Seeing him model all of his new glasses inspired me to give it a try as well so I went ahead and picked out a few pairs and waited for them to arrive in my mailbox.  I have to say, I am so in love with all of the frames that I chose!  The two pictures are of my favorite frames, though I think I'm going to go with the Sibley's for now.  I still have to get an eye exam, but as soon as that's done these babies are going to be mine!
The Sibley in Amber
The Reece in Midnight Blue
I think I was in 3rd grade when I first got glasses.  Purple, wire-rimmed, and fabulous.  My mom wore her glasses all the time, my dad and older sister each had reading pairs, and of course my grandparents had theirs.  I was finally a part of this club.

During elementary school glasses were pretty cool, but by the time middle school came around most of my friends who had glasses hated them.  Maybe it was resentment more than hatred.  Anyhow, the time had come and they mostly moved on to contacts.

Not me though.  I stuck with my glasses like an old friend.  I loved being able to choose when I wanted to see the world.  If I woke up in the morning and wasn't quite feeling it yet, I just wouldn't put my glasses on.  I'd walk around in a haze, waiting until I felt like I could actually partake of its activities.  I became pretty shy in middle school, a characteristic which remained with me throughout high school and my first two years of college.  My glasses almost served as a kind of buffer between me and the rest of the world.  I felt like no one could really look me in the eye, which I wanted for whatever reason.

Moving into college though I almost felt like I wanted to try contacts.  After all, that seemed like the adult thing to do for some reason.  I was changing and I didn't want to be who I had been.  Everything around me was new and different and wonderful.  College is when we start to discover who we are and begin to shape ourselves into who we will be.  Maybe I wouldn't be the girl with glasses.  Maybe I'd wear contacts and hide my lack of perfect vision.

It never happened though, and I think I'm glad about that.  I don't think I could live without my glasses.  Trying these new frames on has made me realize how much of my identity is wrapped up in a simple set of lenses.

I am a girl with glasses.  I wear them to see the people I love.  I wear them to read the books from which I learn.  I wear them to write the stories in my heart.

They frame my world.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

I love TLU in summertime.

I love the smell of the freshly cut grass and the friendly wave from the man who's cutting it.

I love walking into the library and being greeted by the friends who are working there.

I love coming to the ASC and seeing the middle school kids on campus for a tour excitedly flipping through their information folders.  We didn't get the backpacks when I came on my first tour, but the folders are exactly the same and somehow that's important.

I love how the guy who works in Lucky's seems to understand that coffee is really, really important and tells me to have a great day.

I love knowing that the slowed down pulse of campus during summer will be reinvigorated come fall when everyone's back on campus.

I love that even though I know that my classes will be challenging, I have a whole group of professors and friends who believe in my dreams, just as I believe in theirs.

I love sitting on my big yellow couch here in the ASC and looking around and truly being glad that I am here.

Mostly I love how all of these little things add up to make this place a home.  It's more than a school.  It's a community of people living and loving and learning together.

We learn boldly and we live to inspire.  I'm going to miss this place.