Today

I'd like to share with you one of the things I just love. I love it when people share their opinions with me when I didn't ask for them! It is just so necessary to my existence. Like, I literally think I would die if I didn't know how everyone felt about my life and my personality and my car and my eating habits. How on earth would I survive without all my friends telling me what I'm doing wrong? It sure is nice of them. Now I know just how to fix myself! Isn't it wonderful?

Okay, rant over. 

On another note, I got a whoppin' big medal today. And a customer called me "dear" and was very sweet. I love nice customers. Somehow being called "dear" can make a world that seems dim and dreary feel lovely and sweet again. Like thinking that you're having dry cheerios for breakfast and waking up to discover that your dad has made waffles. 'Tis a splendid thing. So thank you to those two very nice women who brightened my day today! 

5/29/14

"Don't cry," She told me. "Crying won't fix anything. It's all in your head. You just have to toughen up a bit."

"That's the worst advice I've ever heard," I replied bitterly.

"Don't be so sensitive."

"I can't help it," I choked.

"Learn to help it. Life's not fair kiddo. And you don't even know how good you've got it."

I resisted the temptation to smash a nearby book across her foot. In imagination I relished the satisfaction such an action would bring, but in reality I only grimaced and rose to my feet, ready to spit fire. I swallowed it back, and settled.

5/25/14

Send me peace on the wings of a dove

Its gentleness may lend me courage where I have none

Its loveliness may give me hope 

The lightest burden lifts off at last 

And all heaviness falls away

Where moments ago my bitter heart cried out, 

Now it sings to You in praise 

I'm thankful

But tomorrow is coming

And my fears will crash around me

Send me peace in the midst of trouble

Courage and kindness in the valleys of failure 

Let my fears suffocate and die 

Give me the strength I need to call out to You and forgive 

Give me the how 

Give me the grace

Give me peace

And I'll thank You for a thousand years

Help me love again

I wish to be filled up with love and grace

As I once was 

I linger on now in doubt and darkness 

But you send me help

Make it last through the dawn

Please 

Let me love when I am angry, hope when I am lonely, and wait when I am empty

Fill me up 

And help me be as I once was

Without wrath and bitter tears 

But the peace of purity 

Lasting always 

Loving 

Hoping 

Believing 

You have everything I don't 

So send me peace on the wings of a soft, gentle dove 

And give me courage 

Give me love

5.22.14.

It wasn't until she started speaking, that I realized just how bad it was going to be.

In the millisecond between recognizing that Mia was about to unleash some major anger, and feeling the unexpected lump be born in my throat, I flashed back to the way things had been only a few moments before.

We'd just been sitting there inside the Papa Peete's, wolfing down cheese and pepperoni. I had been trying not to acknowledge the growing glare on her face. Preston and Avery both prattled bravely on, eyeing one another nervously every few seconds. Mia had been sitting in stone silence. The worst of it was, although I'd known since we sat down that she was mad, even at this moment I had not even the faintest clue what she was mad about.

"See you later, Jason." Avery had said kindly, her blonde locks curling silkily around her face the way they always did when the humidity got really bad. She had smiled, but her eyes added, "If you make it out of this alive," to the goodbye.

Preston didn't even say goodbye; he was too frozen stiff by Mia's stare. When they left I knew what was coming, but I didn't want to accept it.

"Why do you always take everything so seriously?" Mia demanded, five minutes into a whip-lashed argument. I was dazed.

"Me?"

"You always jump to conclusions and act like everything's such a big deal!" She said, her voice slathering with hypocrisy. I smiled. I couldn't help it.

"What?!" She hissed. "Why are you laughing!"

"Because you're acting like a child!" The instant the words rippled out, I could feel my stomach leap up and try to pull them back in.

Mia burst into tears. "I can't do this with you right now!" She shrieked shrilly, heading for her car. For the first time since we'd met, I didn't chase after her.

My Tantrum of the Day

Okay well I'm done being a writer. I'm done attempting to create meaning out of my life. I'm just going to accept everything and go on being the worlds failurest failure that ever failed. So who even cares about anything ever I'm just going to pass out and give up and be like everybody else and go do stupid things to be happy I guess because nothing matters or has mattered or ever will matter ever again so long as I'm just this huge collossal screw up who can't even spell freaking colossal right for pity's sake. The end.


Okay, a few hours have passed and my tantrum is over. I made it work. Guess I won't dismiss the meaning of life just like that. Sigh.

Song

Just say the word, my darling, and I'll fly away across the skies with you
Just say "Go," and we'll go
Just say "Stay," and we'll stay
Just say anything that I may hear your voice
And sigh
And sing
You're everything
So just say the word
My darling

Tomorrow could be
The best day of our lives
It's all up to you to decide
I won't say anything
You make the wishes my darling
And we'll fly
Fly fly

So just say the word, my darling, and I'll take you by the hand
Just say "Run," and we'll run
Just say "Rest," and we'll rest
Just say anything that I might hear
That pretty voice of yours speaking
And singing
You're everything
So just say the word
My darling

A surprising story that came out of nowhere

I'm very discouraged tonight. I haven't got much to say. Sometimes I think writing about me and life and trouble and toil is easier than writing a story. It never used to be that way. Maybe it's because now I'm too grown up---I've lost sight of that inner child, that hammy drama queen with brown pig-tails that used to speak her mind. I make believe a lot still, but nothing anyone would want to read. Maybe nobody will ever read my writing, but I guess that's nothing to stop me from keeping on. After all, it helps me more than it helps anybody else. Even this has helped me a lot. Maybe I'll tackle another attempt at a story excerpt.



"I can't wait." Macy said, sighing heavily as she stared up at the sky. A shimmery window of blue was fighting its way through the clouds like a shiny penny lying on dull pavement. The school yard was practically empty now. The other students were mostly filing into their classes, walking through the hallways and laughing or glaring. 

Elizabeth nodded. 

"I just can't wait to get somewhere new, somewhere I can have a fresh start. I want to discover who I am, you know what I mean?" Macy asked, drawing her eyes away from the sky and back to her friend's face. Elizabeth shook her head. 

"No. I know who I am." She said simply. 

"Really?" Macy couldn't help being slightly skeptical. No eighteen-year-old knew exactly who they were. "What makes you think so?" 

Elizabeth shrugged. "I think I've always known it." She said. 

"How?" Macy was jealous and grateful at the same time. Life would feel too complete somehow, if she knew just who she was and who she wanted to be. But then again, she craved stability and assurance. She wondered what it would feel like to be like Elizabeth. She wasn't sure she would like it. 

Elizabeth was staring at the sky now too, but her eyes roved the tree tops where a solitary red kite was bobbing cheerfully. 

"I don't know," She said. "But I think it's like that." She pointed to the kite. "I'm a kite. My job is to make people look. Eventually, if I'm flying well enough, looking at me won't be enough, and people will have to look down at the One holding the end of the rope." She smiled. 

Macy didn't know what to say. She stared over at the kite, and maybe because of the analogy, suddenly felt herself longing to know who held onto the other end. 

"I don't always understand it myself," Elizabeth was adding. "But I am who I am, and I wouldn't want to be anything else, not really, if it meant flying all alone, without Someone holding me safely close to the ground." She pulled her gaze from the fleck of red that still danced against a prairie of white. The clock on the school wall read ten after noon. "We had better go in." Elizabeth brushed the sandwich crumbs off of her lap and stood. Macy followed, but her eyes hated to go back indoors.