So, I'm still in the business of finding things that make me happy. That includes, but is not limited to, my old poetry journal. Don't lie. Most of you had one back in the day, or in the current day. I love poetry, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I definitely spent some time writing what I thought was quality poetry during my high school days. Here is one of my favorites that I wrote back in high school when I thought I was all mysterious, deep thinking, emo and what not.
A long, dark hall
cold floor.
Doubt looms around the corner,
anxiety stands ominously in the door way.
Straining, reaching, trying to get
a piece.
Short, brisk steps slow
as a bulb of hope illuminates
the cold, hard corridor.
Unfamiliar wallpaper and tapestry
change and shift from eerie to comfortable,
dull to funny.
The two eyes at the end of the hallway become reassuring.
Instead of fearing the unknown,
knowing the unknown.
It's not new anymore.
Time passed.
I got to know the stranger.
While we are on the subject of happiness, I am about to drink some chocolate milk and be lazy on the couch.
In addition, it's T-minus two weeks until the half marathon. I'm stoked that I have been able to train and actually be sort of athletic for once in my life. It shows that once one puts her(saying "his or her" is cumbersome, but correct. So I just pick one and go with it. Naturally I pick "her.") mind to something, it really can be accomplished. I'm going to go all inspirational quote on you and leave you with one thought:
"I'm going to run a half-marathon." -Rachel Sandidge
I was going to find a good quote, but I decided that would cut into my chocolate milk/couch time. Soooooooo, that was sort of a trick. ish.
Until next time!!
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