How to Actually Overcome Fear

A while ago, I told a little story about my time on a flight leaving Helsinki and the kids that treated the turbulence like a roller coaster. Their perspective of the situation really aided the not-so-few of us on the flight that were overwhelmed and panicky about the turbulence. The story I told really focused…

ID

What shit am I trying to pull? This isn’t a game. I’m not a character in a play. I don’t have dreams of the Canterbury Tales or Faerie Queene. I’m not that kind of romantic. Why do I pretend so much? It’s been eating me up inside. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve…

I Have Boobs and I’m Mad

So a friend recently shared a photo to Facebook with a large caption. Underneath a photo of two beautiful women wearing something one might wear to go clubbing in New Jersey there was a description of what a CEO (supposedly) said to the women after they (supposedly) arrived like that to a meeting. The CEO told…

Cells

I wish I could be that person who doesn’t always wonder what her life means. I wish I could be that person who doesn’t build up on her past until she is outweighed by nostalgia; I wish I could let it be and keep moving on. I wish I could be the person who trusts more…

She’ll Try to Write Books

She’ll try to write books. She starts them but never finishes them, even if she’s written the ending. Because she doesn’t know the full story. She can’t answer all the questions. It’s like the more she writes, she’s answering more about herself but asking more about the world. You’ll watch her as she sits and…

It’s Easy

It’s easy to admit defeat and to lay in darkness for hours, forgetting what the light of day looks like. It’s hard to stay awake a full day without napping and filling up time with productive things. It’s easy to say rude things and push people away. It’s hard to reach out, to get involved…

Blue

I see her with her beachy blonde hair – a supermodel. Her eyes are small, sweet, kind, and blue. The kind of blue that reminds you of babies. She’s thin, but not unrealistic, and her thighs are gorgeous. She lays by her boyfriend, his arms around her as she reads. What is she reading? Literature?…

The World Keeps Living

You’ve been lying in bed for a week. You feel the old sweat, gritty between your toes, because the hot, spring sun has been shining on your bed. You try to justify it: I’m sad, I need time, I have all these problems, he doesn’t love me, so I don’t love the world… It’s not…

Words

When you realize your words mean nothing to anyone, then you realize you are no longer a writer. You are no longer a poet. You are no longer a lyricist. You’ve lost what defined you. Time to find a new passion, a new hobby, a new definition. Good luck.

Optimism

It’s funny that at one point in my transition from kid to adult, I was under the impression that happiness was something meant only for children. It was apparently something I was meant to let go of, leave behind, and try to forget about. If someone is overtly happy, they are delusional, unrealistic, and not…

Guise Who?

For the longest time I thought that I could go on misbehaving and that a good man would come, see beneath all of the bravado and realize I’m not such a bad person, actually. I thought that my actions did not equal my character and so this man would take me as who I was…

Dead and Gone

Much of what we do – or don’t do, I should say – revolves around the fear or constant reminder of death. People avoid doing something that could potentially be so fulfilling. Perhaps death isn’t running through their heads. Maybe they’ve convinced themselves that death isn’t scary at all. But death doesn’t have to be…