Preparing for Flight – Learning Some Rules

My flight confirmation came through last night. I leave for Atlanta on Monday. The reality of this is pressing down on me. The fact that I have all my information on hand now has relieved a decent bit of my anxiety. Now, I am faced with new bits of anxiety. Why? I never knew there…

Nerves

I have flown before. I have been on a plane more than once. What's different this time? I am flying by myself. I am not the minor with the attendants directing me. I am not the minor accompanying seasoned flyers through the airport. No. I am doing this on my own. Needless to say, my…

Ideas

It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express it. Ideas on how. It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That…

Where?

Words of the written variety have always been my solace. Reading is a passion of mine. Writing is an even larger passion. I have always wanted to pursue it. Always. After my car accident, weeks before embarking on an adventure to college, something in me shifted. Words that once flew so quickly and easily, ceased.…

Who am I?

Who am I? I know nothing. I stumbled. I fall. I do not recognize this face looking back at me in the mirror. Who am I?

Trying

I have never tried harder in my life. I have never fought so hard for someone. Yet, it feels... It feels like I am running uphill on ice.

Questioning

In a few weeks, I am travelling to Atlanta, GA, for a work conference. A week long adventure. It is primarily centered around the business and management. I just received my packet today. Inside was a questionnaire. A simple little list. No more than maybe 15 questions. I read it and was forced to pause…

Digging Around

I spent some time today looking through a few of my older messages on tumblr. It was weird to look back at some of them. For a few, I find myself as confused now as I was then, when I received the message. For others, I find myself smiling and feeling warm. At the height…

Pulling Myself Back Up

In the midst of all the angst of my life, I received something that crushed me. I got a lovely rejection letter. In the days since, I have processed the feelings of worthlessness, insecurity, and the anger. I looked at it. It was a positive experience for me. A learning one. But . . .…