The Walls

I was in a bad place a few months back and wrote a lot of negative, dark poetry. Since this blog is about optimism, I hesitated to share it publicly, assuming it would be poorly received or, worse yet, discourage some of my readers. After much thought, I opted to start posting the poetry and…

I am Happy

I am happy.   Just a new definition of happy. An aware version. An evolved version. A less naive, less opportunistic, version. My mask is gone. I am not the woman I once was. An inspected soul is a vulnerable soul, and I’ve been keeping mine under the microscope lately; It’s bound to be bruised.…

On Loss

Loss is one of the few things in life you don’t become desensitized to with repeat exposure. When you lay in the sun day after day, you develop a tan – your body’s natural resistance to the sun’s rays. (And skin cancer, of course, but that’s another story.) When you tweeze your eyebrows continuously, seeking…

Melancholy romance?

Despite my ardent optimism, I can occasionally succumb to the temptation of a melancholic mood. Today is one of those days. I’m not upset. I’m not angry. I have absolutely no reason to be anything but chipper and my usual bubbly self; but I’m not. Lugubrious would be a generous term to describe my current…

Sifting through…

In an effort to break through my writer’s block, I went sifting through some older projects I had started as part of my coursework at Full Sail University. I stumbled upon a very short piece I had begun as an exploration into the “New Historicism” literary style for my Literature Criticism and Analytical Thinking Course.…