1.14.2006
happy birthday to my bloggy! 49 posts in one year...a respectable amount, almost one post a week! hopefully i will be able to make that mark this coming year and heck, maybe i will surpass it. only time will tell. and it all depends on how gracious the ominous inspiration is to me.
so, funny story. i pretty much had sworn off showing people my poetry any more. i was just disappointed with myself because i couldn't get people to respond to it. i wanted to move someone. anyone. then along comes this essay i was supposed to write for school, about the civil rights movement. i ended up writing a poem...it was a contest. my teacher had said that you could write in any way you wanted. so i wrote a poem. and gosh darn it all, i won. i don't know if its a weird form of karma or fate or a sign or something, but now i have to go read my poem in front of a huge crowd. i'm happy i won...but i just find it odd that as soon as i swear off showing people my poems, i have to show one to a crowd. yeah, we'll see how that one goes.
i've still been working on that whole bravery thing. funny thing, bravery. you think you have it and then when the time calls for it, you just can't muster up enough to do something. how does one become more brave? more fearless? are feelings just shoved aside....? maybe its that you just want something so badly nothing can stop you. or maybe its a nice combo of the two. but then, what if you have been brave, but have been disappointed or rejected so many times your highest possible level of bravery can never again be reached. its even more disappointing knowing that "hey, i got rejected so many times before i reached that high level that i will never know what it's like".
finishing a citizen development project, studying for finals...all in the recipe for the weekend of my bloggy's birthday. or anniversary. or annual celebration of creation. whichever you prefer.
so, funny story. i pretty much had sworn off showing people my poetry any more. i was just disappointed with myself because i couldn't get people to respond to it. i wanted to move someone. anyone. then along comes this essay i was supposed to write for school, about the civil rights movement. i ended up writing a poem...it was a contest. my teacher had said that you could write in any way you wanted. so i wrote a poem. and gosh darn it all, i won. i don't know if its a weird form of karma or fate or a sign or something, but now i have to go read my poem in front of a huge crowd. i'm happy i won...but i just find it odd that as soon as i swear off showing people my poems, i have to show one to a crowd. yeah, we'll see how that one goes.
i've still been working on that whole bravery thing. funny thing, bravery. you think you have it and then when the time calls for it, you just can't muster up enough to do something. how does one become more brave? more fearless? are feelings just shoved aside....? maybe its that you just want something so badly nothing can stop you. or maybe its a nice combo of the two. but then, what if you have been brave, but have been disappointed or rejected so many times your highest possible level of bravery can never again be reached. its even more disappointing knowing that "hey, i got rejected so many times before i reached that high level that i will never know what it's like".
finishing a citizen development project, studying for finals...all in the recipe for the weekend of my bloggy's birthday. or anniversary. or annual celebration of creation. whichever you prefer.
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angie
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