This has been one of the best summers of my life.
I have learned more about myself than I ever thought possible.
I have a plan. I know where I want to go in life, I know what my hopes and goals are - and that makes me all the more confident in my day-to-day decisions.
I have become the person I want to show to others; the confident, intelligent, independent, outgoing, fun, spontaneous, loving, driven, hard-working individual that I have been searching for.
There is nothing else to say about how much this summer has changed me and made me a better person. With it's ending comes a bittersweet goodbye, a goodbye I have longed, and not longed, to reach for months now, a goodbye that cannot be thanked enough for what it has given me.
I have one week and three days to continue on my D.C. journey - but I hope to be here again after college, living in the big city and learning more and more with each passing day. Thank you D.C. for teaching me what I could not have figured out otherwise.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
alone.
June 27
“Nobody knows me at all…”
Breaths stop short as cars pass by, pass by
One pair of eyes – a break in the crowd
No one stops to stare, every person consumed with individual thoughts
The day is a blur – wake, work, eat, sleep
***
Fast-paced, exposing my weakest moments one day at a time
Alone, independent – call it what you want.
No one; only me
I crave more, I want to share it
- with you.
My experiences, my days, my everything – let’s go back
Back to how it used to be
When I would tell you everything,
- now I am alone, alone in this big city,
maybe you should just say something.
“Nobody knows me at all…”
Breaths stop short as cars pass by, pass by
One pair of eyes – a break in the crowd
No one stops to stare, every person consumed with individual thoughts
The day is a blur – wake, work, eat, sleep
***
Fast-paced, exposing my weakest moments one day at a time
Alone, independent – call it what you want.
No one; only me
I crave more, I want to share it
- with you.
My experiences, my days, my everything – let’s go back
Back to how it used to be
When I would tell you everything,
- now I am alone, alone in this big city,
maybe you should just say something.
Darting
April 21
***
Eyes dart inward
No understanding of the presence you bring
A peaceful, serene sea of eyes
Pull on my heartstrings –
Notes sing throughout my body
Mirror images become reality
How can I lose such control?
Dart in, around, above, below – me
Imagination runs through mountain peaks
Only stops to pick up gatherings of flowers,
A beauty that still cannot reach the equivalent
Of you and me
Lingers rush as a leaf rolling down a stream
Rushes through – with a haphazard soul
Never abandoning the stream
The river of the earth runs deep through my hands and feet
Grounding me to the stabilities of life
My river is the blue of those darting eyes
Growing rapidly through me in a way
That I cannot push back
***
Eyes dart inward
No understanding of the presence you bring
A peaceful, serene sea of eyes
Pull on my heartstrings –
Notes sing throughout my body
Mirror images become reality
How can I lose such control?
Dart in, around, above, below – me
Imagination runs through mountain peaks
Only stops to pick up gatherings of flowers,
A beauty that still cannot reach the equivalent
Of you and me
Lingers rush as a leaf rolling down a stream
Rushes through – with a haphazard soul
Never abandoning the stream
The river of the earth runs deep through my hands and feet
Grounding me to the stabilities of life
My river is the blue of those darting eyes
Growing rapidly through me in a way
That I cannot push back
Sunday, July 4, 2010
sunburst
This is why I love my internship.
Nearly 4,000 staff members gathered on July 1 to create the Smithsonian's symbol, the sunburst, for a group picture. Unfortunately, I am not in the picture because I was at home that day for my Dad's birthday, but a lot of my colleagues were.
How amazing is that?
Friday, July 2, 2010
love/hate relationships
everyone has them -- we love the snow, hate the cold. love to cook, hate the clean-up. love summer, hate the bugs.
I was thinking about some of my love/hate's on my drive home today, so I will begin with this:
I hate trucks on highways. They sway back and forth and I always think they are going to hit me, hence my speeding quickly by them to avoid any scares. But I love driving, because I love singing out loud/out of key, because no one can judge me for listening to songs that 13-year old girls would like.
I love writing poetry, it is complete release and unique way to get out what I am thinking into a concrete unit. Although, I hate figuring out what to write about, because it never seems to just 'come to me' like it should. But once I get going -- there is no stopping me, and I find that wonderful.
I hate sweating, it is gross, disgusting, smelly, and wet. Eww. But I love working out, releasing endorphins, and listening to music that keeps me going. I have discovered that "Enter Sandman" is probably my favorite song to begin a run to -- if that doesn't get you pumped up, I don't know what will.
I love feeling like a grown-up and being responsible in D.C. -- wearing professional clothes, my work badge, riding the metro with important people; it's a great feeling. Although, I hate how I have become of the those people who works in D.C. and only thinks about themselves as I commute, meaning that I have become pushy, developed a thin line of patience, and don't want to wait for anything.
This is what this summer is all about - figuring out what makes me, me.
Here's to you summer 2010.
I was thinking about some of my love/hate's on my drive home today, so I will begin with this:
I hate trucks on highways. They sway back and forth and I always think they are going to hit me, hence my speeding quickly by them to avoid any scares. But I love driving, because I love singing out loud/out of key, because no one can judge me for listening to songs that 13-year old girls would like.
I love writing poetry, it is complete release and unique way to get out what I am thinking into a concrete unit. Although, I hate figuring out what to write about, because it never seems to just 'come to me' like it should. But once I get going -- there is no stopping me, and I find that wonderful.
I hate sweating, it is gross, disgusting, smelly, and wet. Eww. But I love working out, releasing endorphins, and listening to music that keeps me going. I have discovered that "Enter Sandman" is probably my favorite song to begin a run to -- if that doesn't get you pumped up, I don't know what will.
I love feeling like a grown-up and being responsible in D.C. -- wearing professional clothes, my work badge, riding the metro with important people; it's a great feeling. Although, I hate how I have become of the those people who works in D.C. and only thinks about themselves as I commute, meaning that I have become pushy, developed a thin line of patience, and don't want to wait for anything.
This is what this summer is all about - figuring out what makes me, me.
Here's to you summer 2010.
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