don’t wait

I kept waiting for something poetic to happen to me,
Just so I could write about it.
I waited and waited–
Days, months–
Cold winters and long summers.

Until two days ago.
I realized, moments aren't inherently poetic.
Feelings aren't instantaneously metaphors.
Sadness doesn't spew synonyms and
Happiness doesn't harbor harmonies.

Time doesn't create. I do.

difference

I think I've found the difference between infatuation and love.

infatuation is scary

it's consuming

it's falling

falling

deeper

and fast.

Infatuation is conjuring up and spilling out feelings through a fancy pen in a fancy journal

because lined pages listen.

It's strife and struggle, it's keeping up and putting out.

Infatuation is trying to make them love you

and avoiding the fear of loss.

Only now do I realize that I've had them confused all along.

I've never loved. I've never been in love. I've been infatuated. Maybe with the idea of love, the idea of a "him." But never comfortable. 

I've actually always avoided the comfortable. Once you're comfortable, what's the point? Passion can be exuded in various ways, not always screaming fights in the pouring rain. I blame old pop music videos.

I want to say love is. But who can define? Love is so passe, cliche, misused and abused. Love, even the word, is overdone. 

If I could find a word to replace it, something that actually describes the depths and the heights, the sunny morning walks, the late night drives, the laughs, the hugs, the tears, the sighs, then I'd use that word. 

But love is not necessarily falling. Love can be stability. It can be safety. It can be a part of your life, and not your whole life. Instead of falling in love, why isn't the saying growing in love? The fear of losing the one you love should be non-existent, because you should be able to see it in their eyes how much they care for you. You should be able to hear it in the comfortable silence, feel it in their hand wrapped around yours, and see it in the sunrise. You should be able to feel it, and rest.

fairness

my one hundred percent is your eighty.
i was blessed with a high pain tolerance
and at age fifteen, i found out that
life isn't fair.

there's something beautiful about waking up
every morning in pain,
it forces you to turn to prayer --
crying in the hallway with your best friend,
then crying again of laughter.
there's something beautiful about singing a hymn
next to the man
who thanks God he met you.

you have to be open to love for
love to be open to you,
and there's something beautiful about walking away
when he treats you as unfairly
as the world does.

remind yourself that
it feels good to feel the love of Christ
through the people you surround yourself with.

the bad news: the world is unfair
the good news: this is not our home

New Year

This year, for the first time, I didn't do anything big to celebrate New Years.
Tia came over, we wore our grandma pj's, ate ice cream, and watched the ball drop at eleven and again at midnight. For the first time, a minute passed from 11:59 to 12:00 and it didn't feel significant. It just felt okay. A good kind of okay.

1. Write more.
And here I am, writing more. I updated my blog layout and got two poetry books for my birthday. I've been reading more. I finally opened my journal again.

2. Put together the beginnings of a book.
Inspired by the two poetry books I bought myself, I'd really like something tangible, just for myself. Especially since I've strayed from actually writing my stuff down. Maybe eventually I'd sell, but not immediately. Honestly, the production would probably cost more than I'd make.

3. Travel, specifically to California over Spring Break.
ALONE. Alone. Like, by myself. Without anyone else. On a plane. In a city I've never been to. Luckily, I'll be able to spend the week with my aunt and uncle and new little bean. Independence is something I was recognized for during my first semester at Stephens, but apparently I still need some practice because this endeavor is scaring the sh*t out of me.

4. Embrace comfort.
Sweatpants are comfy, and they can be hella cute too. Same with bralettes. Who cares if I go to a fashion school.

5. Get healthy.
Crohn's sucks. Like, a lot. And healthy is not an easy thing for me to be. (DISCLAIMER. INFLAMMATORY BOWEL DISEASE IS CHRONIC AND CANNOT BE CURED BY DIET ALONE. So shut up all you misinformed health bloggers.) But, and hold me accountable to this, I'm going to start trying to actually drink those horrible (no offense) Ensure drinks, make smoothies with protein powder, and eat a more consistent meals. Along with little, easy workouts to build back muscle mass and actually getting to bed on time. Here goes.

6. Streak medicine for as long as possible.
So more Crohn's stuff... I have this app on my phone that gives me a reminder when I need to take my medicine and tracks the days that I've completed or missed. A huge goal of mine is to not miss any days. Tall order, I know. But it honestly shouldn't be as hard as I make it.

7. Be straight up.
I am a people pleaser. I can't help it. Ellie always tells me I need to stop tiptoeing around people's feelings and stop compromising myself for others. I'm going to try to be more honest about what I want/need, with others and with myself.

8. Fall in love with yourself.
This is the first time this resolution has made it on my list. I think that says something about where I am for 2017.

Anyway, happy New Year. Hope 2017 is less scary than 2016 was.