Yo. Sorry I have been M.I.A. - like literally. Slap on the wrist for myself. I reflected and realized how much of an impact writing has helped me. Even it means writing in my dream journal or b/vlogging. It releases those "demons" inside my head. Writing allows some sort of reality and comfort back into … Continue reading Thought provoking, anxiety inducing, and trauma.
I have to feel confident before I can say that I really know it. When someone asks you what type of learner you are what do you say? What memories or reflections do you have that tell you what type of learner you are? As I think about this question more and more on my … Continue reading I have to feel to really know it
My message to all students of all kinds: Take care of yourself and your well being and mental capacity. Don't skip out on things that mean the most to you or that will become something of importance. Because then maybe you might just realize that the one thing you missed could have been part of your identity.
It really hit me that soon I'll be moving on with life. That not only do I have to begin taking care of my family, but that I'll have one of my own, eventually. It's bitter sweet to think that but it never really hit me until tonight. Something - a switch, turned on that turning point.
As they walk away the estranged feeling of two strangers strained of stressors Connected by the energy by one another that they are missing The steady pace Steady existence of finding inner peace within chaos Enlightenment begins as the shadows rise with the sun The beat of their steps synchronized with the paplitations of the … Continue reading This Delicate Place
Okay, I know it's kind of late to be writing this ... actually it's never too late. So what happened in May? Well lets just say I murdered my finals and got the best outcome that I could. I got good grades, just not the grades that I wanted. I was so close to making … Continue reading Murder May !
The sun was setting and it was a wonderful day. I saw a man with a familiar face. One that I've seen too many times before and wanted to mistaken for someone else. But I looked at him and he looked at me. I couldn't rid the facial expression I had while looking at him. … Continue reading Gazing Back