Daily Prompt: Far from Home. Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISTANCE.
I look at you in so much envy still, this idea I still can’t grasp. Why can’t I be like others that have basked in your glory with rays of sunshine gleaming over their faces? The pain I get instead leaves me not wanting more, I flee from the this idea of what you are suppose to mean. I look at the mirror and I see no pain anymore but distance. I travel back in time hoping to find a small hope of you that is good not tragic. I feel so far from you as I keep spinning into the future. Progress has spanned me from you, yet I grab onto the idea that I will be close again.
I was never told I was creative and therefore didn’t believe in myself. I know it’s just a maxi skirt and trust me I don’t like taking selfie pics but this skirt is rather symbolic to me. This piece of clothing I made proves to myself that I can do anything I put my mind to. After hours of trying to figure out the sewing machine the past couple weekends and a couple broken needles later I can say I DID IT! For once I didn’t give up after the gazillion obstacles I faced trying to sew. I thought sewing was easy 🙂 What I’m saying is…..I’m a huge dork who is very proud of my skirt I sewed. The end.
Daily Prompt: Your Life, the Book.
Give me a Stranger
I would want a stranger to be my biographer. Compared with a family member or close friend, the stranger would give you the raw description of who you really are and not who they know you to be.
I would want a stranger to be my biographer. Compared with a family member or close friend, the stranger would give you the raw description of who you really are and not who they know you to be. They wouldn’t be concerned with hurting your feelings or exaggerating your experiences. There would be no bias and only truth.
I was driving to work yesterday and I couldn’t help but realize that I have a lot of thoughts running through my mind. I start daydreaming about the most random things that are quite peculiar at times. I remember not too long ago this creativity that has been emerging scared me. I didn’t think it was normal to dream up stories or build fictional characters from nothing. Who knows it still might not be the so-called ‘norm’ to some people but in my pursuit of imperfection, I’m accepting that I am great at festering random things in my mind. Is this how you know your meant to be a writer? Now I understand embracing this uniqueness is quite exciting and I can’t believe I was embarrassed for so long about it. I am embarking on a new journey of life and learning who I am. Lesson learned: don’t be scared of your abilities, embrace them and learn from them.
This has been the first week that I have made a goal and actually followed through!!! I notice when I find something that I want to do and I know I am passionate about, I will do anything to not make it happen. I was in a car accident a year ago and every doctor I went to would ask me what I like to do for fun. I would sit there and really try to think of any hobbies that I had and my only answer was that I was too busy with working so much I didn’t have time for hobbies. Oh and I would say going to the gym was a hobby. That really got me thinking…. Life is to short to push away your goals that you want to accomplish and there will always be obstacles in the way. At that point it made me very determined to have some hobbies for once in my life. I couldn’t always keep falling back on ‘the work’ excuse or activities I use to do when I was a kid. I put all my determination in writing down everything that I ever wanted to do. And writing was my first choice. I believe writing in my journal every day when I was a kid helped me get through bad times with family and school. It was the only way I knew how to express myself. That white piece of paper invited me to share everything that I was feeling. So here I am waking up at 4:30 every morning and sitting down and writing. To some people waking up early comes naturally HA, it is nearly impossible to get me to wake up early.This is a HUGE achievement for me and I’m pretty darn impressed with myself. If you have a goal make the time for yourself. It will make you feel so much better! I’m excited to share my past and future experiences with people and grow my knowledge in writing. So far I’ve learned that trying to write something funny turns out disastrous 🙂 but I will find my funny bone one day…
Along long time ago there was a timid awkward 12 year old girl nicknamed Mouse. Her perfectionist mother took her to horseback riding lessons to build her confidence and of course live through her mothers fondest childhood dreams. So little Mouse tried to be the perfect rider she could be for her mother, because if Mouse had a choose she would be sitting in her room listening to NSYNC and Backstreet boys while googling at their poster’s covering every inch of her decorated pink Laura Ashley flowery room her mother decorated. This horse trainer happened to have several riding arenas outside and it was one of those hot humid midwest days. Mouse hated riding because her glasses would keep sliding down her nose with the sweat and the caked on makeup borrowed from her mother was sweating off her red and pimply face. After being critiqued for an hour in the hot summer afternoon to sit up straighter, have hands more steadier, chin up eyes forward and magically stop bouncing around like a mad rabbit, Mouse finally got to take a break. Her mother wanted to talk to the trainer in private, probably to ponder up the next purple and teal rhinestone custom fitted suede outfit that would have her standing out in the riding competitions like a confused awkward beauty pageant contender. Mouse saw a spot where she wanted to take her horse to cool down that was far far away from where the mother and trainer were strategizing their evil wardrobe plans. While riding her horse in the back pasture, Mouse started day dreaming about the hottest blond haired blue eyed boy band member, Justin Timberlake from NSYNC. She must have gotten quite distracted in her thoughts of making out with Justin Timberlake that she wasn’t quite all there. Mouse sadly snapped back to reality and got bored staring at the wooden fence as she rode her horse slowly along it. A shiny glimmer caught her eye and she saw this little metal like line running across the top of the fence. She couldn’t figure out why someone would put a metal looking string across the fence. She had always ridden in air conditioned buildings so this was a strange sight to see. So she looked around to see if her mother and trainer were any where in sight and thought to herself, watch this mother. She reached out to the strange metal line and hesitated for a split second. She didn’t want to be seen because her mother would think she was losing it and would need to go speak to a doctor about acting abnormal. Mouse got a shot of courage and went for it. She soon realized everything comes with a price. This one came with an excruciating jolting shock which not only ran through her body but the horse she was riding. The shocked horse kicked her off and bolted back toward where the mom and trainer were talking. When Mouse came back to her surroundings and found her glasses in the muddy spot she fell into, she cringed at the site of the horse running around in circles and her mother and trainer running toward her. When her mother demanded to know what happened, all Mouse could say in her shaky squeaky voice was “I was looking in the other direction and the horse must have touched the electric fence with it’s nose.” The mother glared at the trainer and asked, “Why do I pay you to have my Daughter falling off the horse. She’s not going to be ready for her next competition.”