Sunday, August 1, 2010

Weeping Willows


Tears slipping down
While black smudges our sodden faces,
Joy is wrung out
While regret replaces.

Branches hang still
As confidence droops low
Frowns eclipse the sun
Covering up all of its glow.

Breezes waft as gently
As babies' first breath,
Mending their insides
Their secrets being kept.

Optimism blazes orange
Bright on the wiggling branches,
Happiness shines clear
As in new romances.

Soaking up the willows' lesson,
Knowledge from the trees
Brightening our futures,
Our mistakes meaning less than they seem.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Who I Am


For some unknown reason, it's been over a year since my last blog post. Whether I credit this absentee to fighting against a hectic schedule or simple forgetfulness, I want to start writing now, consistently, since after all I am a journalist.

While I love to write, simply because it's my true passion, there are many other aspects to me. Since I first started this blog I've graduated from college, I've gained friends and lost them, I've moved back and forth from Wisconsin to Illinois, and I've lost my dear grandma to cancer, the inspiration for this blog in the first place. My first post was a way to express my feelings for her when sometimes I couldn't in person. She'll always be in my heart and will always be a part of me. She's just one aspect of what makes me who I am. These are the other missing pieces:

I'm from a world where social media is taking the community by storm. I'm constantly defending my work as a social media and marketing assistant at a publishing company. The good news, social media is no longer just a way to share pictures and chat- it's a wave of the future, and I'm on board.

I've been through many friendships. Over my four years at UW-Whitewater, I've met some of the best people that make me who I am. In college you pick and choose those friends who become your family. I can honestly say I've created a second family better than I could have ever hoped for. I'd do anything for them.

I'm a singer....but only in the car. I clear my head while driving and singing to my favorite tunes. I'm not embarrassed to admit I'm probably tone-deaf enough that I should keep my lyrics to a minimum, but it's a freedom for me. It's my chance to be alone and let the words flow through me and lighten the weight of the day.

I'm struggling between the transition from college girl to working woman. As a natural hard-worker, I've been prepared for this day. It's coming quickly but I'm eagerly embracing it with all I have. While some days I may miss not paying for an endless amount of bills or lounging around between classes, I've set great goals. I'm prepared to go to all heights to reach those goals. The bar is set high, and I will surpass it.

There are still a million other pieces that make me who I am, but those are sure to come, because now...

I'm a blogger.