19 in 19: Summary

I am currently reeling in the events of the weekend, and the entire month of November. I began my series the day before the first of the month, and now that it’s nearly over and the series has ended, I am reminded once again how quickly life sneaks away. The individual hours may seem long (in class or at work especially), but the days as a whole move at a breakneck pace that keeps me gasping for air while running uphill. I do my best to slow down and breathe, but it’s easier said than done. Isn’t everything? My series … Continue reading 19 in 19: Summary

19 in 19: Alone Time

I heard a joke the other day that went something along the lines of “how do know if someone is an introvert? They’ll tell you, then won’t speak again.” While I find this decently funny, I also think of myself as something along the lines of an extroverted-introvert. While I get my power mostly from within, I enjoy to be around people (when and who I choose, mind you). Good people give me life motivation, and bad people just give me good writing material. Most days I consider both to be a win for me. But I am carefully selective with … Continue reading 19 in 19: Alone Time

19 in 19: The Little Things

They say that the older you get, the less you want things and the more you want something you can’t hold or play with. I remember for my ninth birthday, I wanted lots of dolls. I had boxes of Barbies, houses for them to live in, entire wardrobes for them to change into, and even tiny little cups and plates for them to eat on. These days, as someone who relates to the themes achievement, focus, and discipline (Clifton StrengthsFinder) what I want most it seems is just to feel accomplished about what I’m doing with my life. But I’ve … Continue reading 19 in 19: The Little Things

19 in 19: Pop-Tart Cake (Healthy v. Happy)

I developed a life-threatening allergy to peanuts/tree nuts when I was two years old, and have remained allergic even into my nineteenth year. This means that I’ve had to carefully examine restaurant menus and beg the chef to be extra safe with the processing and handling of my order. I’ve had to read the back of every single label, scanning the teeny tiny print to find out if the harmless looking cereal bar will make me go into anaphylactic shock. I’ve had to have my own separate brand of cupcakes at birthday parties, and sit at a different lunch table … Continue reading 19 in 19: Pop-Tart Cake (Healthy v. Happy)

Eighteen

I am turning eighteen years old. This is one of those “milestone” birthdays, even though every year you survive another revolution on this earth should be celebrated as a milestone. Eighteen is a big number for a girl who still remembers the outfit she wore to her cousin’s play when she was six years old (my fashion sense in 2004 was remarkable). Eighteen means something. It’s an adult number. I even have to get my license renewed. Compared to the little hill of seventeen, eighteen feels like a mountain. This is the year I graduate high school. This is the … Continue reading Eighteen

The Line

Everything comes in different shapes and sizes. Heck, they even make mini, regular, and monster size candy bars. Different size containers for French fries, soda pop, nachos. They make small cars (that go fast), for single rich men or billionaires. They make medium size or regular cars for us drivers who occasionally have passengers or a trunk full of groceries to haul around. And then there are giant cars, vans, and trucks, for mothers of quadruplets, a start up rock and roll band, and country boys who are attracted to mud. The point is, the differences in sizes is never … Continue reading The Line