The Social Porcupine

Life is one of those things that is tough, I think most will agree. Whether you're an angty teen or drowning in the waters of # adulting  I think most of us find that we all have struggles and half of that struggle is searching for a way to just be done struggling. "Can't I just smile and breathe for a moment?" But there's no time for either. Life was really tough for awhile. Eating, writing, working—all of it was a struggle. I spent my days dreaming of sleeping. Because when I sleep that's the only time I don't have to feel, to remember, to do anything (I'm one of those lucky people that sleep easily and never have dreams to bother me as I sleep) . But . . . I didn't want to sleep my life away. And I didn't want to live it depressed, either, It was so hard, but every day I had to want this over and over and over. It was exhausting. And sometimes I wondered if it was worth the effort. But I pressed on. I did a lot of thing...

Girls hiking in their skirts with their guns = exercised feminine rights  I used to hate hiking. But then I used to hate a lot of things. I had been wanting to see Alexa's baby (Alexa is the girl on the far left) and I hadn't actually yet met Keziah (the third girl to the right). I really needed a break from writing and cleaning, and for me that means hanging out with friends. But I don't really like shopping (spending money is stressful, y'all) and I like to be active. So I decided to kill three birds with a stone — I planned a girls' hike up near where Alexa and Keziah lived so I could meet Alexa's baby and meet Keziah. Best "mutli-tasking" idea I've ever had! We had a fabulous Sabbath ( most of us keep Saturday sabbath ) of hiking, fellowship, and fun! When I finally went home I was refreshed and inspired. Great conversations had happened. We encouraged each other, discussed what was on our hearts, and grew. It's hard to expla...

Sleep away your fears My darling.  Let your brain rest free: Light's dimming.  Forget that you care, Darling, smile. Forget the nightmare For awhile. Sleep; let your eyes dry. Time to rest. Tell your pain to fly. Just forget. Darling, sleep is calling ~ Close your eyes. Sleep is comforting ~ Restful lies.  For a night it's OK. Sleep and smile. 'Til the morning day Comes to strike. ~ KAL I used to write a lot of poetry. I rarely share of any of it, as it tends to be personal. But this I felt like sharing ;) Sometimes you are just so tired of life, and remembering, that all you want to do is sleep.  But it can be hard to sleep when the world feels dark :) And that's when you just have to remind yourself how to forget.  I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote this summer! It says I won first place at a county fair... but I didn't have any competition. Prize was like $3? I think ;D  I event...

Life is strange. And any one who disagrees - well, we need to hash some things out ;p Lately I've been thinking about rainbows and storms. On a figurative level As real things, I love both. Rain is necessary for my part of the world. Rainbows are beautiful. And storms aren't evil. But.. - with a figurative sense of the two in mind, think of this question, "Would you rather have a rainbow followed by a storm, or the storm first finalized with a rainbow?" I asked a friend this a while back, first giving my answer: It seems my life is often a rainbow before a storm . (I think many of us can relate.) Good things happen. The rainbow is beautiful, wonderful.  But then the storm kicks in. And it's awful. The rainbow is washed away - you have nothing left. And nothing to look forward to. Your rainbow has already happened, and there is no hope of another.  All I have then is the storm. And ever after when something good...

So, I don't usually do birthday posts... But 21 is supposed to be a special age, so why not? On Monday I had my 21st birthday. To tell the truth I haven't been that excited about my birthday. I could care less about being 21 (it's supposed to be some sort of magic number???) The only ages I actually ever looked forward to growing up were 17 and 20. 17 because it was my golden birthday, and 20 because I would no longer be a teenager .  {I never liked being a teenager and being associated with the drama and stupidity of that age ;p} 17 was a good year. I started working many of my first jobs and started getting out more and experiencing life and what I wanted to do. It was a great year. 20 was (has been weird) . I mean, there's been a lot of good. But a lot of bad , too. I finally went in and got my driver's license. I was baptized :D Friendships were created and strengthened. I worked a lot, and I've seen my writing ...

When life is stable you smile and laugh. You think you know what what is good, what is right, what is true. But when the sun falls – wow . Were you ever wrong. So wrong. What were you thinking? It was all an illusion… a rainbow that blinded your eyes from being able to see the truth that life is hard. Yet you are in the habit of laughing. You are in the habit of believing the best about everyone. How can you change? How can you know how to bring back the sun? You still laugh… but tears join that laughter. It is hollow and deep all at once. It hurts to laugh, to cry. But the numb feeling of just living is just as bad. Laughing tears. That is your life. Bitter-sweet. You cling to the sweet to not be overcome by the ugliness of the bitterness. But life and pain are so subtle, so mean. Like a rainbow shining in a thunder storm, so I smile as my heart cries. You don't know what lies to ignore, what truths to cling onto. Color is...

One of my stories has been shared on The Movement of Hope blog. Check it out!!!!

I did a post on another blog here. It's a short story. If you read it, feel free to comment here, or there :)