A little voice that makes him laugh is the voice that makes her grit her teeth and furrow her brow. Why is it always someone who loves us who is giving us the most hurtful criticisms. Saying, “No” or “Stop” to an action or the way in which you express yourself. When we fly the coop and settle in somewhere where we can breathe and feel free to ( Read more... )

It feels so good to complain, letting others know precisely where they're at fault.
It's easy to feel wronged by people, situations, and the general and inevitable fact that, "the best made plans..." well you catch my drift.
Where I question is the entitlement? Why is it, that we immediately feel as if the world is out to get us. that we are the only ( Read more... )

I can be polite ( Read more... )

Is it possible to be so stuck that you can have fictional flirtation? Recently, I have made the big journey home (from Boston to Essexville) and while it’s only for the summer, I find myself falling back on old habit. You see, in our eternal quest for love and romance, it’s easy to make something out of nothing… or to make something a larger deal ( Read more... )

When we talk to children, we alter our speaking voices to censor out the negativity and only display the positive. As children, we all need a filtered reality… but how do you know when to turn the censors off? There are times when I need the censors, or would feel much more comfortable with a diluted reality. True, “Life isn’t fair” but why must we ( Read more... )

Finding a connection with someone or trying to re-establish a connection with someone is as basic as footwear. We all need something that can support our weight, keep us balanced, and allow us to walk through shit; we all need shoes. You go out searching for the perfect pair to compliment a certain aspect of yourself, but are we ever really sure of ( Read more... )

Something I can't do, but alas... here I am. I am not sure why I put myself on the back burner sometimes. I think it's easier to make someone else happy than to make yourself happy. The Boston Conservatory is great, but I am in a funk. This relationship needs to end. Can I do it?

I'm getting ready for my graduation party, and while it may not be a dilemma right now-- the possibilities are endless.

When I start thinking about what I should be writing about I get lost. A rush of emotion and another sigh takes me away from my anxieties and into realization: when was the last time I did something utterly spontaneous ( Read more... )

Regionals for MIFA Individual Events were held today, and Lindsay and I won the DUO catagory for Class BCD. Exciting!