I posted something yesterday. However, as I've thought about the circumstances that lead me to write that post, I felt that I needed to delete it. It just didn't convey the message that I was trying to express. Let's just say that something happened this weekend that essentially empowered me and made me realize just how far I've come in my life. And how far I have yet to go. What I've discovered is that one of my great strengths and weaknesses in life is the fact that I accept people as they are. I do. One of my dear friends told me this weekend that I have America's biggest shoulders. I like this quality in me, but I also know it works to my detriment at times. I'm the master of line blurring. However, it's one thing to accept people as they are. It's quite another to let that be an excuse for someone to take advantage of and walk all over me. Yes, that happens. During the last few years, I've compiled a list of what behaviors are and are not ac

The end of the school year is always a whirlwind of activity, and it doesn't help that I very happily take on extra tasks. Like prom. And freelance writing. And learning new languages. Fortunately, I've found a method that seems to work well for me: work on one task...take a break...work on another task...take a break. You get the idea. It seems to keep me sufficiently occupied and eliminates some of the frustration I feel when things don't move along as quickly as I'd like. But I digress. I took a mental break earlier to let some of the thoughts in my head run like a hamster on a wheel. One of the thoughts that bubbled up was something a dear friend said to me last year after I had broken up with my boyfriend. I was complaining to him about how everything that happened between us was just one giant lie since the relationship ended and that I couldn't believe I was stupid enough to think he ever loved me. His response was classic. "It doesn't negate anythin

I scribbled some new lines of poetry in my notebook. I'm writing tonight. I think.

I'm happily saying good-bye to April. My head is still pounding and my stomach is still churning from the emotional roller coaster this month has brought to my life. Right now, I'd be willing to invest my life's savings in emotional Dramamine, confident that I could make my fortune and be able to retire on a beach in South America before my passport tells me I'm forty years old. I went to lunch with two of my dearest friends Friday. We have a chunk of time in the middle of the day that allows us to go off campus when we don't have meetings or duties, and Friday tends to be a good day for that. This week, we escaped to one of our favorite places. It's a small restaurant with only one English-speaking employee, and we all smell like the kitchen when we leave. The food is amazing and affordable and the atmosphere just cannot be beat, especially when the lone English-speaking employee is not there. When we arrived back at the school, we still had a few minutes befor