November 30 2015

I tried to think of something to post.

I could complain about school- about how these last two weeks are gonna drag me physically and emotionally through a wringer that I don't want to go through. About how, despite turning in my Final today... I still have to go to a "Final Exam" period 3 weeks from tomorrow that is keeping me from seeing my favorite person for an extra day. 

I could complain about my home life- about how my dad and I continually get into self esteem shattering arguments that he attempts to mend 15 minutes later. About how my self inflicted comparison with my cousins has gotten to the point of me being scared to see her over break because I don't think I'm a good enough member of our sorority, family, or planet even to compare to how people see her? But like why do I care? No one else but me does?

I could complain about Theater / Performing- about how I can't get into a show or fit into a theatre department. About how the one thing I was undeniably incredible at I am now considered so untalented that I'm not even worthy of an email telling me that I'm not on the team. 

I could try and find silver linings. I could try and focus on the fact that in 30 minutes, it marks 5 months dating the best boy I've ever met. Or that I'm getting good grades or that I'm finally getting into some solid friend groups at school. 

I tried to think of something profound. To make me feel like I was able to put something good into the world for today. 

But the best that I can give is the lesson that I've been telling myself for a couple of months now:

It's alright to have bad days. 

November 26 2015

Today is a day that is filled with encouraging words, gratitude, and way too much food.

And, often, Thanksgiving is one of those family holidays where everyone tends to tiptoe around the bad things that happen in our every day lives to focus on things such as saying encouraging words, being thankful, and eating food.

While I was scrolling through Tumblr during my post-dinner laziness, I saw something that caught my eye and I decided to not sweep it under the rug for the sake of a Hallmark worthy holiday.

I want to preface this all with this: I'm not upset while writing this at all. I found an odd sort of... peace with the ultimatum that the quote gave me. Anyways.. the post read:

"Every 7 years, the cells in your entire body will be destroyed and replaced with new cells. One day I will have a body you will have never touched"

Whoever wrote this had their own reason for doing so, and I commend them for being so brave.
Whether they are mourning the loss of a relationship and realizing that things don't last forever, or they wrote it as a coping mechanism... I applaud their ability to look forward. Something that I am awful at doing myself.

This quote to me gives me a sort of finish line, as morbid as that may sound.

Though I don't plan on taking 7 years to sort through all the emotions and realizations I've had in the past 7 months, I find comfort in the fact that there is an expiration date on any sort of physical remain between me and the three of you.

I know that this sounds super morbid, and borderline dramatic. I kind of thought it was ridiculous the first time that I read it through myself. But after thinking about it, I really do appreciate the fact that there will be a time where, physically speaking, there will be no part of me that they will have touched.

I'm more than confident that 7 years from now I'll be able to fall asleep the night of the 3rd to the 4th of every month. I won't cringe when I get invited to a bonfire, sit in the middle of the backseat of a car, or get invited somewhere by someone that I'm only kind of friends with.

In the past 7 months I've gotten better about staying calm and trusting people and realizing that it wasn't my fault. I'm realizing that it's normal not to be okay 100 percent of the time, but that it's also normal to catch myself feeling okay. I'm letting myself love a boy who loves me- I'm getting better about not feeling too broken for him to love me.

I've come a long way in the last 7 months - so I know that 7 years will only be filled with more statements like "Getting better" and "Learning to"... and, again, it may sound a bit morbid but... it can only go up from here?

And once these 7 years are over my body will be 100 percent free of any trace you boys would have left on me. My skin won't know any of yours and that is the finish line I can't wait to cross. Emotionally I will be so beyond what you've all done that I might not even realize that its physically (and finally) over because I will have had 7 years to get better, smarter, and stronger than you cruel and disgusting boys could ever hope to be.

So today I expressed my unbelievable gratitude for my friends, family, and boyfriend.

I read some very encouraging words from this anonymous author.

And ate way (way) too much food.

November 24 2015

As a 19 year old I've encountered a fair amount of people in my life.
And I know that the number will continuously grow for the rest of forever, I suppose.
But, at 19, I already have names of people in my mind that I know I will always remember no matter what.
Whether they be friends, or boys from relationships, family members, teachers.. and so on and so on.

I'm old enough to know a decent amount of people and what their roles were / are in my life.
Which brings me to todays post.
A name that, despite her role as one of my biggest obstacles of the entirety of my high school career, will forever cross my mind every once in a blue moon.

There was a girl in high school that I spent a solid 4 years in fear of.
We shared classes, friend groups, interests, some personality traits, and even casting characteristics when it came to the politics of high school theatre. We even shared things such as anxiety and insecurity - these were not spoken aloud, of course, but I know that we both suffered similar ailments but on two opposite extremes.
Though we had all of these overlapping circles in our lives, I can honestly say two people could not be more different.

The 4 years we went to the same school was a constant back and forth of snappy remarks and side comments that didn't start off as much but eventually started to gain weight in my mind as the years continued on.

Sophomore year we attempted to be in the same friend group but that lasted literally one day.
I'll never forget the phone call I received that night from my friend Hannah explaining that the lunch table might be a bit "broken up" for a while. It was scary. I felt as if I was to blame. The problems had arisen before I was in the group, but still I felt as if it was somehow my fault.

Then Junior year was mostly unspoken competition in things such as theatre or forensics. Tense and uncomfortable were understatements. Then named as co captains, I knew immediately that we would crash and burn. All I could do was my best and then hold on for a rough couple of months.

Senior year is when everything blew into insane proportions.
I'll spare the stories and the details for sake of time and, honestly, not wanting to dive into that chaotic memory pool.
I did, however, learn how to stand up for myself. I found the squeak of courage I needed to speak up and confront. Even though my efforts were quickly extinguished by her simple statement of how it "wasn't her fault I felt this way". I may have not gotten the justice I craved, but I did find a voice. Which is much more valuable in the long run than some sort of petty revenge towards my high school enemy.

At the end of the year I walked away with my diploma and a smile as I realized that this girls name will never have to cross my lips, mind, or path again. I felt taller and lighter. It was a weight off of my shoulders that I hadn't recognized before that day because it had been there for the entirety of my high school career. I was relieved to know that her name did not have to matter to me anymore.

But here I am 6 months later still thinking about her and who she is in my list of names.

Now let me emphasize that this is not a spiteful post. This is not a "I still hate you for making me feel the way you did for 4 years and I can't get over my damn self" post. This post, to me, is trying to piece together why I still wonder about how she's doing and if she's still as angry at the world as she was in high school (openly admitted, might I add). I saw that she was unhappy and I still wonder if that has changed. Though I may not have liked her. Though I may have wished that she wouldn't have been in my life. I never ever ever wished her to be as upset as she always seemed to be.

And I think that's why 6 months later I'm still wondering. It has nothing to do with our essentially blood stained past in the slightest. I just find myself hoping that she finds a way to be okay. Because she's a very talented girl who could love life, I think, if she let herself.

I don't think anyone deserves to feel as awful as she has claimed to feel. I've felt pretty bad at points in my life, and I would never truly wish any dark feelings upon anyone. I think that for the rest of my life I'll hope that she ends up okay. Even though her name won't cross my lips or my path anymore- it'll cross my mind every once in a while.

November 22 2015

This is an old blog cleaned out and restarted for the sake of new beginnings and my sanity.

I had a tendency of looking back on old posts and reminiscing and reliving which, without surprise, had me feeling sort of trapped in my 15 year old life. Maybe trapped isn't the best word, but it was definitely a good decision to start over.  I didn't see any sense in allowing myself to dwell on things that don't effect me anymore.

So here I am.

I'm 19 years old and in college. A previous Theatre Performance major but a recently declared Communications major with a minor in Theatre.

And, much like my first semester of college, the last year of my life has been a little rough... to say the absolute least. But I'm okay - or, alive, rather.

But, comparatively speaking, alive is a lovely thing to be.

As I said earlier, I think it's a good decision for me to start over. I think I'm at the very beginning of finding my footing in the world and some things are starting to fall into place. So, I'm rollin with it.

In reference to my rough last couple of months, I think that I'm beginning to feel and understand and cope. I'm sure I'll write about the problems and things that I'm dealing with later on... but for now I think that the only thing I have to say is that.... well. Unfortunately the things I've been through have taught me a lot about myself.

And that "me" is just another very lovely thing to be.