9 months ago
I started my senior year eager, ready to face the last stretch of the hike with my best friend.
7 months ago
I fell in love, heart set on flying with someone not meant to be mine.
5 months ago
I was half way done with my year, half way home free.
2 months ago
I was scared I wouldn't make it, that I wouldn't walk, that I wouldn't even be here.
1.5 months ago
I felt my heart drop out of my chest and shatter on the floor, I had lost him.
3 weeks ago
I knew I was going to graduate, my future coming back together like a puzzle you found the missing piece to.
1 week ago
My best friend of 4 years made a post with a picture of us, graduating together 4 years strong.
Yesterday
I spent too much time thinking about the friends who were supposed to be there, and now all I will ever see of them is the empty seat at graduation.
Today
I go to my last day of culinary school and say good bye to people who have shaped me like clay for the last 9 months.
Tomorrow
I walk across a stage, shake hands, and take a step towards my new life, breaking old chains
Tomorrow
I turn the page for a clean, crisp, bright new future.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Mondays Are Hard
I was late to school today. Mondays are hard. While I was walking to class, my thoughts escaped me, as they often do when I walk. My mind wandered to thinking about how I have spent my 3 years here at Lone Peak. It's very surreal for me that there a mere 2 weeks left.. even less now that I think about it.
Just as things started taking a more dismal turn in my head, I look up and what do I see? It was Nelson, with his second period class coming out to jump double dutch. What a flood of memories that brought. It took me back to my sophmore year. I couldn't help but to smile as I walked past.
Despite many hard times and being knocked down to many times to remember, my time here at Lone Peak was not too horrible. I met new people, lost old people, loved with all my heart, had my heart broken, and broke hearts. But not all of it was wasted. While I'm indescribably happy to be outta here, I won't look back with total despair.
Just as things started taking a more dismal turn in my head, I look up and what do I see? It was Nelson, with his second period class coming out to jump double dutch. What a flood of memories that brought. It took me back to my sophmore year. I couldn't help but to smile as I walked past.
Despite many hard times and being knocked down to many times to remember, my time here at Lone Peak was not too horrible. I met new people, lost old people, loved with all my heart, had my heart broken, and broke hearts. But not all of it was wasted. While I'm indescribably happy to be outta here, I won't look back with total despair.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Miss This
I miss this...
The weekly posts, the open expressing of doubts, fears, and dreams. I know I can still write, but I am afraid now that it won't mean anything. That nobody is going to read or care anymore.
Things have been getting so much worse lately that I need this outlet more than ever.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I have come to the conclusion that I am going to keep writing for you, me, and the thoughts that are screaming to get out of my head. And if nobody reads it, well then who cares?
The weekly posts, the open expressing of doubts, fears, and dreams. I know I can still write, but I am afraid now that it won't mean anything. That nobody is going to read or care anymore.
Things have been getting so much worse lately that I need this outlet more than ever.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I have come to the conclusion that I am going to keep writing for you, me, and the thoughts that are screaming to get out of my head. And if nobody reads it, well then who cares?
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Shattered Silence
Call it a commercial for the book if you will.
Yes I used Animoto. Don't judge me.
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