Things can change in an instant. Sometimes for the worse. This weekend things changed. What I thought was there was not. Luckily for me, I am very glad that things worked out the way they did. More to come soon.
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Somehow I will get through the next six days. I just need to make it to the airport on Wednesday.
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Writing a more practical paper that is based on theory is difficult. Every other wood is one I don’t know and I spend hours trying to figure out what it all means and how it applies to right now. On the upside, if I can figure this out then I can do anything.
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He said that when things were going really well we should be sure to notice it.
He was talking about simple occasions, not great victories: maybe drinking lemonade on a hot afternoon in the shade, or smelling the aroma of a nearby bakery, or fishing and not caring if we catch anything or not, or hearing somebody all alone playing a piano well in the house next door.
Uncle Alex urged me to say this out loud during such epiphanies: ‘If this isn’t nice, what is?’
” — TimeQuake—Kurt Vonnegut
Last night I looked through my paper journal and found the beginnings of a short story. I remember when I wrote it. I remember the words pouring onto the page but reading them again felt like the first time.
The rush of emotions was the same. I read the words and felt butterflies. Excitement for this new chapter of my life and new possibilities and relationships.
The thought of writing more is getting me through finals. That and thinking about how much closer I’ll be to finishing the story or possibly welcoming a new one.
I can’t wait.
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Dear Photograph,I found this photo of my mother’s parents while looking through her most beloved things after she had suddenly passed away. My grandfather, who I never met, had written on the back of the photo; ” Yoyita, every time you see this photo remember an unforgettable Sunday for me.” Now I know why my mother knew how to love her husband and children with such an honest and pure love….she learned it from her parents.Thank you Mom, we will never forget to love.Alejandra
This is beautiful.
Finals time is always when I have my best ideas. When I simply must make the most fabulous chocolate cake ever or absolutely need to scrub the floorboards.
This is one of those times.
Tumblr has fallen to the side lately. There are other things going on. There is a life to live. But, I also really want to write. And I want to write here. Here. Where only a few people actually read. Here, where the thoughts seem to come more freely.
I looked back at this post today. A quote about how you know when you’ve found “the one.”
It made me smile again. It always does. It’s simple and perfect—just like it feels when you find that person.
I read it and smiled and thought of a particular person. A person that seems to always make their way into my thoughts.
Soon finals will be over and I hope that all of these ideas will remain and I hope I get to share them with that person.
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