Writings

Play.

May 25, 2015
play.

In elementary school, my best friend and I would create plays to perform atop a platform next to her backyard pool. We’d take turns performing, and after each skit, we’d strike a pose and jump into the pool. We instinctively switched partners, set time limits, and suggested different scenarios to act out. When we emerged from the water, we were alive with adrenaline, laughter, and elation. Revisiting the memory itself makes me smile with nostalgia, but it’s more than that.…

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Writings

JOY. Without Question.

September 4, 2014
Joy

I often go back to this one, vivid memory of fourth grade. The memory exists in my body, not my mind. The memory itself makes me smile, but it’s more than that. I return to it as an example of untainted, pure, simple joy. The pieces of it, the feeling of it bring me back to my core, my Self, my soul – all that makes me me. I LOVED being at school, and at lunchtime, my friends and I would…

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Writings

Coming Back

August 6, 2014
Beach Walk

Many years ago, my therapist asked me what I know for certain about myself. I was stumped. She tried to simplify by asking “What do you like?” I stared blankly at her and said, “I really don’t know.” It’s painful to write those words now because it’s horribly sad to have veered so far away from yourself and your core that you can’t answer a simple question about what you like. In the moment, I felt empty, blank, lost. I…

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