What doesn’t kill me

I do not own this image

I do not own this image

It feels so good to be writing again. I have been itching to put up a new post but had been trying to stay at least somewhat focused on my finals and save this as a reward. I have just finished my third year of college and have time to reflect on what these three years have been like. The image above is a good summary. My highest highs and lowest lows in life up to date have been in college. I feel like my life has been a snowball downhill when I’m in school and I’ve been catching and juggling the obstacles that have been thrown my way. While some of them have knocked me down, I am so much stronger -both physically and mentally- than when I started college. This semester has been about picking up the pieces of lost love, and coming into myself. I have had a lot of anti-social moments and noticed that I like living alone. I discovered that I adore my cozy apartment, just in time for my lease to end.

As I’ve mentioned in other posts, along with being a poet/writer I am a visual artist, working in 2D and 3D. I’ve worked in wood, metal, ceramics, paper-making, collage, and painting. I now have the chance to update my blog and add some visual components, along with the poems that I have been writing this past semester. Now that the semester is over I can look around and see all of the work that I have been making in school.

When I was younger one of my dad’s friends took a picture of me with the words “restless until the moment recognized”. However many years later I have been feeling restless and tired of being the shy, quiet girl. The quiet ones are the ones who notice and absorb their surroundings, and have the most secrets. There are so many different facets of myself that I want to share, and be appreciated for who I am. I am much more than the awkward, quirky girl or beautiful woman that people see. I now have the opportunity to share some of who I am with all of you.

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The picture that I mentioned. What I did not know is that there is a poem that goes with it on the back:

Restless until the moment recognized

Restless until the moment recognized

I had almost forgotten about this picture, until I realized that’s how I’ve been feeling recently. I’m touched that my dad’s friend decided to write a poem for me out of the blue, and to this day it is still a mantra of mine.

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