Last night I did something new. I ditched my comfort zone and Shared a piece of writing publicly. Spoken sharing is different from online. The web gives you some distance;
six word fridays
Below is a photo of me At 16 – summer before grade 11 Right before I cut it off Growing that hair took a while And I loved having it – mostly Then…it felt like a burden Cutting all that hair – It felt Good to be freed from it
Charged with the task of waiting For news, for whispers of fortune Not a patient person at all C’mon, destiny! Either get with me
The younger me didn’t trust herself. Ignoring my inner voice who knew, Just knew the right way forward. Placing my destiny in other hands. Malleable, pliable me; shaped and molded, I doubted the wise owl within.
Hold on tight, my little one. Life is one crazy, bumpy ride. It’s what you make it though. Grumbling the dips, “woebegoning” the lows
What I like about being busy is how boredom gets obliterated. Who has time for yawns when life is leaping with unbridled opportunity?
You may think I have surrendered. Far from it. Instead, I rejoice. Doubt you may, as you bluster. But I give way in anticipation, To sweeter days that lie ahead. I meant to write this post yesterday but got barreled down by laryngitis and a bad head cold. The funny thing is I was sick last … Continued
looking upon trees, branches shivered bare from Wind gusting its boastful breeze makes me impatient for verdant spring
A trip to the library – fun! Adventures and discoveries wait for us Tumbling from pages opened, considered…then perhaps selected, set aside for checkout Yes, people who visit them know: Libraries are a collection of treasures Made all the richer when shared
This week I shared opportunity lost, And celebrated acceptance and emotional growth. In return for sharing my story, I found support, kindness, mutual understanding. For these reasons, I am grateful.