Rachel Estep
Stories (3/0)
I Knew Them, and so Did You
In the days following the heart-wrenching attack on Tree Of Life Synagogue, many of us in the Jewish Community found ourselves emotionally shaken, mentally drained, and in a fog of emotions that we're struggling to make sense of. We're in such a deep state of mourning, while trying to remain steadfast and assured of our own strength. We feel ready to cry and at the same time, ready to fight. We cry for lost loved ones, and we cry for justice. All the while, the world continues to turn and it doesn't quite make sense. Anyone who has lost a loved one knows this feeling. You are grieving and you can't move on and yet life just keeps on impossibly going. That's what it's like for us now.
By Rachel Estep5 years ago in The Swamp
The Complement and the Truth
I have a confession to make. Sometimes, when I'm sad, and I mean really really sad, I get on tumblr and I send myself anonymous messages of positivity. I'm not proud of it. If you aren't familiar with Tumblr as a website, or the way Tumblr works, than this may not make a lot of sense. Specifically, this is something that comes about a lot in the Tumblr roleplay community. Yes, I'm that dweeb. Judge me all you want, friends. In the RPC (roleplay community) something that happens a lot, is that people send each other messages of positivity. Usually along the lines of "Hey, you're super sweet and I love writing with you" or "Hey, just a reminder that you're awesome!" You know, nothing majorly important but a little message the brightens someone's day. Maybe it doesn't seem like much, but there's something to be said for logging on after a long day and getting a little self esteem boost that someone out there thinks you're cool or talented or whatever the compliment may be.
By Rachel Estep6 years ago in Motivation
A Lifetime of Magic
The year is 1997. The first Harry Potter book comes out and the world has no idea that it is about to be taken by storm. No one yet knows that J.K Rowling, a young woman from the United Kingdom, has just given life to one of the greatest literary phenomenons in history. That magic is yet to be discovered. Especially for three children all the way across the world in the small town of Englewood, Ohio. I was only four when that book was released. I have very little memory of it. I do, however, have memories of the way my brother's room smelled when I snuck into it. The way that the pictures on his walls—not at all appropriate for a child—made me giggle. I remember the way his blankets felt so much warmer than mine when I would snuggle up underneath them, and I remember the sound of him coming home, and trying to put everything back the way I found it before he could realize I had been there. My first emotional connection to the famous series lies here. In the shelved of my big brother's bunk bed. Years would come and this would continue, until I was finally caught pulling Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire down from those shelves in the year 2000. I was caught by my sister, with a wide smile on her face. The look of a big sister who knew undoubtedly that they had just caught their younger sibling red handed. She laughed and asked what I was doing and I sheepishly explained to her that I was here in our brothers room to sneak a peek at books. It was hardly the worst crime in history.
By Rachel Estep6 years ago in Geeks