the blues is similar to selling the guitar that replaced the one that your grandfather bought you since it met its broken demise at the hands of fury against the cold walls of wasted years with the one you never loved. if I do somethin’ right, it won’t be writing songs on an empty apology.
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
do you ever just want to go somewhere that pours mother nature and no one goes?
do you ever just want to stand at the bottom of towering stone walls weathered anciently by water and roots just to hear your dreams and fears echo?
I’m really trying not to let my anger boil over right now. I am not a fucking rug you can just walk all over, asshole. So ready to get the hell out of this situation and to quit being taken advantage of by someone who knows better.
photo credit: Rachel Schwebach
It’s been a busy couple of weeks for little Olive and myself. Ever since Memorial Day weekend, we’ve been adventuring out more and more. I took her to see family on multiple occasions, got her photos done by my very talented friend, visited people I love dearly, strapped her to me on the Bjorn for light hiking, and took lots of car rides. In 5 days, she will be three months old. I took her to the doctor yesterday, and she was above average in weight and height. I was so pleased to hear from her doctor that she is one of the healthiest infants he’s seen. I guess my “stress free” or “take things in strides” approach has really helped in this whole experience of being a new mother. It’s not always easy, but I always remember to keep in mind that one day I will miss these days. I can’t wait to fill the rest of this summer with stories and adventures. Compared to previous summers, I feel really, really good about this one.
I just want to go “home.” Maybe these are late night/wee morning thoughts, but something’s gotta give. I’ll work my fingers to the bone to make it happen. I’ve got my sights set to silent, rolling shores instead of this turbulent sea. The only person I need to please is my darling girl. And I’ll do just that.