Secret #2

*For a time in high school I wore silver rings on every one of my fingers. I loved wearing those rings. I loved the clinking sound they made when I would flutter my fingers. People would constantly make comments about how it must take me so long to take them off and ask why I wore so many rings. I still don't understand why people were so interested. What did it matter to them?

Secret #1

* I keep a document of quotes on my computer that is 45 pages long. Before my old computer crashed I emailed myself the document of quotes I had saved. That one is around 30 pages. So, in total I have 75 pages of quotes. I want to compile them all into a big book of inspiration.

In a world where so many just exist I want to Live. Exuberantly, enthusiastically, hopefully, joyfully, with abundant love. I want to collect truth and wear it as armor. I don't want to live inside a box. I want to float among labels, adding and discarding as I see fit. I want to taste and laugh, feel and hear. I want the brightest colors, the most vibrant people. I want to live out loud.

Any time now

Dear Universe:

I'm ready. Send me The Man.

Thank you.

Today is a good day

Quote from my nutrition professor, "Can I just say what a pleasure it has been to have you in class. I am here for you for whenever for whatever you need. I know that you are going to change the world. Have a great summer"

I loved my nutrition class. It was a great mix of information, activism, and personal nutrition. We watched Supersize me and Food Inc. in class. I love that my teacher incorporated those movies because not everyone knows the secrets of the fast food and food industry.

I really loved my nutrition professor. She is such a force and really motivates her students. She also has a wicked sense of humor which I love. What she said made me feel like I really could change the world. That exchange has been the most memorable part of my college career.

I spoke my dream out loud yesterday. The new guy at work asked me "What's your story? What's your plan?" I spoke my dream, "I want to work in an orphanage in Africa." I don't know why but I don't share my dream very often with strangers. I realized though how am I going to make it come true if I don't speak about it often and out loud with everyone. I want to work in an orphanage in Africa.

*I don't remember where I found this picture. If anyone knows let me know and I will give credit.

Once upon a time

She had fairy tale dreams once.

Before the first.

He arrived suddenly, swept her off her feet, adorned her with precious jewels

wrote her poetry that slowly turned toxic. For a year every word he spoke to her dripped with poison.

Before the second.

He was passionate. Fiery. Every time he touched her he left sparks.

She felt the heat for days after.

Her skin still bears the shiny white scars.

Before you.

Half declarations of love, always looking over her shoulder. Eyes open while mouths met.

"I'll be right back darling. I just have to get more cigs."

Five months later she saw the pictures. The girl from the gas station.

What fairy tales don't tell you is that sometimes the prince doesn't come. Sometimes the princess has to rescue herself.