School Update

I recently received my last assignment back from my professor. The words across the top of my story surprise me. Why? I have no idea. I do know that I can write, but I guess when you hear it from an outsider, it makes all the difference.

Along the top of my short story the words STRONG STORY, stood out. I read over his comments. I giggle and cry at the same time while my heart is beating faster. He tells me that it is good enough to submit to a magazine. That I polished the story well and it's consistency and flow are accurate.

These few words of encouragement are why I keep pushing forward to reach my goal. Today, I begin submissions as I begin my next assignment.

A Smile To Brighten The Room

I look across the table at a little girl and boy eating their ice cream and see the light in their eyes. Their true happiness gushing out of them brightens my day.

They spent a day at the roller rink trying to learn the tough technique of not falling down. Of course when the tumble happened, skating was the worse thing ever. After ten minutes of convincing them to get back up and give it another try, they realized everyone falls.
After two hours, they were wiped and ready to leave. Tears flowing for the silliest reasons on both of them. The two adults smile at each other, wishing they could spend more time together, but how? With two tired little ones, the only option is to go home. Or is it?

The mother whispers into her son's ear, "Should we invite them to go have an ice cream with us?" He stops crying and smiles. He turns to the little girl and asks her if she would like ice cream. She too stops crying. She nods with a smile and the next adventure begins.

With an ice cream cone in their hands, they giggle and tease one another. I steal a glance at the handsome guy sitting next to me and see a smile so wide, that I cannot resist returning one of my own.

Two adults, two children, and one table full of laughter. What more could anyone ask for...

Heartfelt

If I gave you the world would you love me the same?
Or would you change and grow anxious for more than I can give?

This is my worry as I unlock the door to my heart. Why would I want to open up and give in fully when all that surrounds me are the heartaches my loved ones are experiencing?

I am terrified to open the door wide, yet I am afraid not to take the leap. The only way to know for sure is to open up blindly and give one hundred percent. When this happens all you can do is pray that you will receive one hundred percent in return.

May you know true love when it finds you and turn away when you know it's not. If it requires extra work to achieve it, then take a step back and make sure that it is true. For love is absolute.

Lust or Love

Can you differentiate between the two? I can.

In the last year and a half, I looked at a guy and wondered what his chest looked like or stared at his lips curious if he could really kiss. I could go on, but you catch my drift. I never cared much for an intellectual conversation with these guys I found very appealing. Quite frankly, I wasn't interested in anymore than a fantasy.

Two months ago, I was put to the test. I had been set up on a date and I really wasn't interested. I had finally found myself and honestly knew school was much more important than some guy. When I met him, I sighed with relief. He was cute, but nah.

The crazy thing, we talked. We talked and danced the night away and I laughed. I loved dancing and swinging with many different partners. But tonight, I found myself only wanting to dance with him and continue our conversation.

I craved a conversation with him on several occasions and that is what we did. We talked about everything, laughing until we were in tears and our stomachs hurt. We spent hours doing this and didn't move forward for three weeks spending as many days together as we could. Not even kissing.
When that first kiss came, I was nervous and giggly.

I realized that this was something special and that this was love.

Fashion Statement

Going back through old pictures, I wonder how we ever survived the fashion world of the eighties and into nineties.

With thick pleated pants buttoned at the waist, a tucked in blouse that had enough room for two bodies and shoes that well, honestly were quite hideous. The rim of my glasses circled low under my cheek bones, covering half my face. Make-up, high ponytails worn off to the side, and cute hats are the only plus to this crazy era.

I laugh hysterically at these old pictures and wonder if I will still laugh at myself in the next ten years for today's fashions.

Lazy Day

Have you ever looked at the chaos around you and decided that today... you are just not going to lift a finger?
Today, that is me. With a never ending pile of growing chores and tasks, I find myself staring off in a daze, wondering where to begin. I had kept on top of the daily needs for two weeks straight and tonight, I am just exhausted.
My assignment is due in one week and it just needs finalization. The dishes and laundry are clean and ready to be put where they should go. Dinner dishes are ready to be loaded. The simple task of brushing teeth and washing my face seem like such a chore at this moment.

I changed into my pajamas at seven and let my son watch television, counting the final hour down until complete silence. I plan to crawl into bed with a good book at eight o'clock when my child is in his bed. Will I make it passed the first page or will I crash out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

I can only hope this evening will spring me back into my normal energized self.