I am from California, born and raised. Writing has been one of my hobbies for several years. Poetry is what I spent most of my time on during my younger days. I love expressive arts whether dance, music, art, or writing.
Autumn Moments Late Afternoon, Hot pumpkin spice coffee is still a pleasant remedy for my day. Open window, I gaze out over the yard.
College and Self-discovery
When I decided to attend college for the first semester, I had no clue what to major in. There are far too many paths to go down, too many careers possible to pursue, and only so long to figure it all out. I switched my major a few times, not to mention, I transferred to 5 different colleges in total. Taking general education classes in various areas of study helped me realize what I am really interested in. Going through undergraduate school was a journey of self-discovery.
Coping With Anxiety
It is normal to panic when something is wrong, but sometimes there is no real danger and this feeling of panic comes over my body. Heart-rate increases and breathing is irregular; tension and sometimes dizziness, fatigue, even nauseous feeling occurs. There is no real threat to detect in my environment. I am not actually about to die in these moments, yet it feels like it.
I was 18 years old during the summer of 2009. My family and I were off to Disneyland for a week-long vacation. I had a lot of fun throughout the week until the very last night. I was on my way to the hotel room after having a smoke. I had just come out of the elevator when someone approached me. He was wearing a solid white cook uniform and he rushed up to me to ask if I wanted to drink that night. I figured I might as well get drunk since it is the last night.
Sour Apple Tears
November of 2008, Thanksgiving day rolled around, which also happened to be my 18th birthday. No party. No special plans. No company even. My friends were away with family for the holiday. Dinner at my house wasn’t anything too special. I finished my plate of the typical, traditional food, and locked myself in my bedroom for the night.
The Permanent Residents
The Permanent Residents: Boxes, boxes, and more boxes. Allison and her mother have just moved into a new house. It is the last week of summer before her senior year of high school and all this unpacking is getting exhausting.
Awake At Sunrise
Rays of the sun creeping over the mountains Morning dew glistening in the green grass The chill in the morning air gives me shivers
Echoes of Criticism
Outside the window of the living room, I notice the sunlight is beginning to dim as another day has reached its end. What wasted weeks I have spent marking off the calendar day after day. Little blank boxes on the page quickly filling up with big bold X’s. Opportunities may be waiting out there with a bright future in store for me. As much as I desire to go out in search of them, I cannot seem to budge. I am lost in life as if I have wandered off familiar trails. Every tree looks the same now so how can I find my way back?