Have you ever had that experience when you think you're totally over someone...and then you find out you're not?
Yeah. That happened to me last night.
Here's the story.
I love to go swing dancing. And every Wednesday where I live there is a place where you can go swing dancing. So guess what I decided to do last night.
Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that a certain someone and I used to go swing dancing together a lot.
He wasn't physically THERE, like not PRESENT. But I swear, everywhere I turned, he was there. Plaid shirts. Cowboy boots. Short guys. Dark, curly hair. Bandanas. Designer jeans. "Crazy Girl". Line dances. I couldn't get away from him.
Maybe I didn't give myself enough time.
That's what I'm hoping.
Because someday, I want to go swing dancing, and not have it hurt.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Why I Write
So today my English teacher asked us an interesting question:
"Why do you write?"
A bit of an odd question, or so it seemed, to someone like me. And it took me quite some time before I came up with the answer.
I write because I am an artist. Art comes in many forms. Sometimes, my emotions are best expressed when I sit down at the piano and let my fingers flow across the keys, creating something unique and beautiful. Once in a while I can express myself best through a carefully arranged photograph, or a snapshot of something that snatches something and holds it forever, a moment too quick for the eye or the mind to follow. Other times, what I feel is better expressed by paint, and the nasty emotions I feel are captured in color and motion, pinned on the canvas for me to examine at my leisure. And still other times, words are the brush that I use to color my world. My thoughts, my feelings, my insights and inspirations and inquiries, are simply sometimes best expressed through words.
Some people say that a picture is worth a thousand words. But to a writer, the right word is worth infinitely more.
"Why do you write?"
A bit of an odd question, or so it seemed, to someone like me. And it took me quite some time before I came up with the answer.
I write because I am an artist. Art comes in many forms. Sometimes, my emotions are best expressed when I sit down at the piano and let my fingers flow across the keys, creating something unique and beautiful. Once in a while I can express myself best through a carefully arranged photograph, or a snapshot of something that snatches something and holds it forever, a moment too quick for the eye or the mind to follow. Other times, what I feel is better expressed by paint, and the nasty emotions I feel are captured in color and motion, pinned on the canvas for me to examine at my leisure. And still other times, words are the brush that I use to color my world. My thoughts, my feelings, my insights and inspirations and inquiries, are simply sometimes best expressed through words.
Some people say that a picture is worth a thousand words. But to a writer, the right word is worth infinitely more.
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