In elementary school during an art class, the teacher gave us each a piece of paper with a traced outline of a paw print. (Our school mascot was a Polar Bear.) Our task was to make a new picture using that outline. Most kids made a baseball glove or something that makes sense. When it was my turn to show off what I made to our teacher, I handed her back the same empty outline and said “ I made a paw print.”
Name tags are something that I’ve always resented wearing. I understand the principle of them and what their purpose is, It makes sense I guess. It’s always the jobs that are corporate run and by the book that enforce wearing them so heavily. I’ve always been attracted to the hole in the wall type of establishments because of how original they are sometimes. I live right outside of Seattle, Washington. There’s this 24 hour tiny restaurant called, Beth’s. It’s nestled right next to a dive bar and across the street from a 7-11 uni mart.
I wish to be an astronaut. Being in a position to see the world from a new perspective. I don’t want to be surrounded on earth with people who don’t notice the beautiful unknown.
Becoming an adult is the easiest thing in the world. It just happens by default. Understanding what that actually means, takes a lifetime to figure out.You’re always growing and learning every day that passes by. Everyone remembers being young. You hear about it in lyrics on the radio, blockbuster movies and those TV shows you watch religiously. That chapter in your life where you didn’t have responsibility or a small amount of it.. Financial stress was replaced with aimless midnight drives. Your 47 hour work week used to be, a call off and pretending to be sick because your friends were more important back then. Getting into stupid fights about not knowing what to make for dinner, it was easier when it was as simple as eating fast food on the sidewalks at 2am.
In today’s constantly evolving and never stopping world, It’s truly the time to be alive. I know most of my posts on here are just showing my writing and what I’m working on but, I’m going to start making daily posts about anything and everything. Today, I want to branch out and share with you my thoughts on how to tackle your goals, fear first and head on. 10 months ago I was living in a small east coast town located in central Pennsylvania. I packed into a van with 3 friends and just said, fuck it and traveled across the country to here in Lynnwood, Washington (10-15 miles from Seattle). Since settling down here and adjusting to life on the west coast, I’ve realized some major differences. The east is definitely built on tradition and history, which is a beautiful foundation. We value consistency and logical boundaries, sticking to what’s been working. Why fix something that isn’t broken, right? WRONG. Look, I appreciate the east coast and where I come from but, the west coast is completely different and challenging in life’s most sincere and beautiful way. Continue reading “You can build anything, Build differently.”
A few years ago, every time I would walk into a convenient store and be rung out or be served at a restaurant I’d notice that the people working that job were much older and I’d ask myself “Why are these 40 year old men and women working a job that has zero fulfillment?’ Up until I was about 20, I was under that impression that your dreams are everything you needed and as long as you desired something more than anything else, It would just turn out okay. I was naive enough to believe that at 16 and it was a beautiful thing. Continue reading “Convenience Store.”
Step 1. Cry, cry and cry some more
Step 2. There are no steps
Feel the seemingly impossible moment and pause the world around you. Room upside down. Your head pounding. Your life in the worst crash of its entirety. Or so it seems. And attempt to swallow that huge lump in your throat and let it drop down to your heart. Look around everywhere you go and enjoy being reminded of them at every sight you see.
Look in the mirror. Hate everything that’s looking back. Clench your fist and shatter your now depressing. Self loathing world. The shards fray off into your now thin skin. The sudden rushes of pain don’t phase you. You felt a different level of pain, the day they walked away.
Take a flame and place it onto those Polaroids hung so cliché on those string lights. Instantly regret it the second you can’t go back.