Adventures of the frazzled poet

These past few days have been hard. 

  
Combine disappointment with long work shifts, trying to catch up in a class that I had to miss the first week of, my first college math class (as someone who really struggles with math), rampant emotions due to hormones, homework for three other classes, and you get a very frazzled little poet who’s learning how to adult. 

Last night I got over whelmed, and woke up the same this morning, but then I read my Bible. And I talked to God. It was comforting. 

There are not “bad days”, per se, just hard ones. 

The plus sides of this?

1. I’ve gotten back into a time management mindset. Time is valuable, I have many things to  do with only so much time to do so. 
2. It has shocked me into getting back into my bible study and more prayer (haha). 
3. I understand math a tiny bit more. 
4. My procrastinating brain has thought up lots of poetry. 

Just my five bits for today. 
Love,

me

delayed apologies…

Dear friends,

I am so sorry for the abrupt break I’ve taken in my postings! My life just got too busy and I was having a hard time with my grades, school, work, family, and blogging, so blogging got dropped for awhile so I can function in these other places.  I don’t anticipate being able to write these Lent postings daily, but I’ll check in once a week at the very least.

Life has been great but busy this past week! I’ve been having great success in praying mindfully and giving up a bad habit, which feels good. I also feel quite more content, have gotten better at massage, can do yoga poses that I wasn’t able to before, or I’ve progressed in them, which is super happy for me. 🙂 I completely cleaned out my room (and got rid of THREE black garbage bags worth of stuff out of there!), went to Pike Place market (I’m planning a post on that), have read books, done homework, done a little bit of creative writing, and have had quite a few good talks with my family or friends.

I’m completely blown away with how many blessings  I’ve been given and resources I have available. So so thankful.

It’s been sinking in what’s happening in my life. I’ll (Lord willing) be a Licensed Massage Practitioner at age 19, working in a paid internship for one of the most knowledgeable LMP’s I know. Hopefully this week I’ll be getting a blog going for all of my massage happenings, I’ll keep all of you updated once I do.

Just filled with happiness and hope and gratefulness tonight.

Love,

me

 

why I love coffee shops

Coffee shops are my haven. I love the way I can be around people, but not actually have to interact with them. I love listening to the chatter of the baristas and customers, watch them all enjoy their drinks. I love the cozy ambience, I love the smells and flavors and smiles. There’s so much writing inspiration in these places. Seriously. And people don’t talk to you, but they’ll still smile and be friendly. Introvert heaven. I can sit and think and write or do homework, and it’s quiet and smells lovely. I like these places.  

 

touch

My hands can’t see yet.

They are blind, my fingertips are calloused and clumsy still. They get hints of what lies below the skin, brief glimpses of what they need to see, but for now they are sightless.