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New gate, same solo me
I made my way to the airport just like I have in the past eight years — on my own. All alone. And I’d make my way to my final destination the same way. In the beginning of everything, I would get dropped off and picked up. I had so many eyes on me. I felt so supported and protected. It went on for a good while. It’s not like I couldn’t take myself to the airport because I always did when I had to. That was one of the easiest parts after moving away from family and friends — being independent, getting myself to places. But on days when…
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The Solitary Bench
In the distance, I spotted one and it gave me a feeling of longing. A lonely wooden bench. I sat there after a long walk — to rest, to watch the hours go by, to feel the wind ruffle my hair, to watch the children play with the water and the cats roaming around. I listened to the waves in front of me as I watched the sunset and the faces of all the people who, just like me, were there watching with delight as the sun painted the clouds in different hues. It’s special to be surrounded by people who also need to feel the power of the sun.…
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Ugly Cry and Other Emotions
Let me just start by saying that everybody is a little ugly when they cry, in case that’s stopping you from letting go. And the reason I say this is because I’m bringing up crying — like most of my heavily emotional blog posts and poems. It’s fair to say that I know exactly what it’s like to juggle multiple tasks at once; multiple gigs, projects, multiple bill due dates, friends with multiple faces…you name it. But it never occurred to me — a woman who goes to war with her different moods every month — that juggling different (simply human) emotions at once could ever be harder than PMS.…
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Out of My Comfort Zone
Have you ever just felt really out of place at some place at some point in your life? I wrote this down on my notepad as I downed some tacos at a bar one night, a few years ago. What I wrote was much longer — the rest of it made it to my book of essays Nostalgia and Deal Breakers. These isolation times are reminding me of those earlier times for some reason. Can you relate? A lot of people are afraid to admit these sort of things. For the record, it’s healthy to let it out of your system! Here’s the story I took a deep breath upon…
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Yet Another Happiness Definition
Have you noticed the pattern in which every commercial in the world tries to sell us happiness? It’s almost always the same — a new car, starting a family, an engagement, a cruise with a group of people… The list goes on. Indeed, those are ultimate goals for a lot of people; just not for everyone. We are individuals — with conditioned minds, nonetheless, but individuals. You’d be surprised at the oddities that give some of us genuine happiness. This past year I’ve spent a lot of time by myself and I’ve noticed that, to some, loners are sad people (because they’re alone). My favorite reaction is when I go…
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If I Had More Alone Time
If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more poetry, such as this short story; the story of how I’m unable to tell more stories. So, you see, solitude isn’t all that bad — and learning how to prioritize doesn’t hurt either.
