Living and Writing…One Adventure at a Time
I always want to be useful, but at times I feel as though my “usefulness” is nothing more than being popular. I like helping people out, but when does that desire to help other people achieve their dreams dampen my energy and passion for my own? When is usefulness overrated?
Read MoreEach word I select has been carefully picked to align with its partners to evoke the purest emotions possible. A game with both reader and author. Truly, I edited the previous sentence numerous times before I was content. Sometimes I wonder how thin the line is between deliberation and obsession.
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I’m not sure why I ordered the latte. I like my coffee black, strong, and crazy hot. This is comforting compared to the wake-me-up, kick in the pants I get from my usual brew. It is a midnight in Paris. Its aftertaste reminds me of a walk in the rain. P.S. I no joke ordered […]
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I have become nomadic. I move with a plan, but not with the intention to set down roots. I used to plant myself. Now, I look forward to the change in scenery. The drier weather. I must say goodbye to the ocean. But I am nomadic. Perhaps I will return. I played with the […]
Read MoreMy stomach clenches as I ease into the pool. It isn’t until my second lap that I begin to feel aclimated. I race the person next to me even though they last longer. I ignore the ache in my legs and back, and the water’s call pulls me deeper.
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There was still a hint of warmth in the air, but I know the air of the cave ahead will chill me to the bone. Curiosity blends with the taste of salt on my lips. I will take discovery over warmth. Warmth is safe, but I’m always drawn to darkness.
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