Stopped wearing a coat
Willing the weather to warm
It hasn’t worked yet
Stopped wearing a coat
Willing the weather to warm
It hasn’t worked yet
Two years ago, I was well into lockdown and figuring out this thing called online learning.
Two years later, I move around freely and get to be in person at school.
Two years ago, I was living in Jakarta, Indonesia, finishing up my third year.
Two years later, I’m living in Jeju, South Korea, finishing up my second year.
Two years ago, I did all my shopping online and had everything delivered.
Two years later, I pop down to the shops to pick up what I want.
Two years ago, I didn’t own any masks and the idea of wearing one was completely foreign.
Two years later, I have a basket full of colorful cloth masks and mask straps near the door, match them to my outfits, and can’t imagine leaving the house without one.
Two years ago, I was perfecting my banana bread baking skills.
Two years later, I can’t remember the last time I baked banana bread.
Two years ago, the airports were eerily empty.
Two years later, the airports are bustling again.
Two years ago, I was terrified of catching Covid.
Two years later, I’ve had Covid and luckily it wasn’t that bad.
Two years ago, I spent all my time alone.
Two years later, I can be social again.
Two years ago, I never used the words quarantine, PCR test, or travel restrictions.
Two years later, they are part of my everyday vocabulary.
Two years ago, I thought everything would go back to normal soon.
Two years later, I’m not even sure what normal is anymore.
Two years ago, Covid was all people talked about.
Two years later, Covid is all people talk about.
Signs of Stress
the nearly overflowing laundry basket
dishes waiting to be washed, multiplying each day
dark circles and incessant yawning
clothes, barely worn, precariously piled on the dresser
delivery and take out replace home-cooked meals
tabs hold slices waiting to be read
candy wrappers strewn across my desk at school
venting to a friend on our longer than usual walk
papers and books scattered, out of place
energy waning, patience growing thin
the cracks are starting to show
leaving me vulnerable
wielding their words like swords
cutting down others with every slash
my mood, once buoyed,
sinks whenever they’re around
accusatory phrases abound,
the blame game their main game
the attacks come out of nowhere
unprofessional and unwarranted remarks
leave me unaware of what I did wrong
(did I do something wrong?)
walking on eggshells,
avoiding at all costs
the saying goes,
don’t take criticism
from someone you wouldn’t take advice from,
yet the constant criticism and
hurtful words hurled at me
leaves me feeling vulnerable
even though I wouldn’t go to them for advice
why do I allow someone else
to have that much
am I too
I don’t think so.
I’m absolutely loving the spring weather here in Jeju! The warmer weather, sunny skies, and gorgeous cherry blossoms make me smile. Today was a perfect spring day, and I couldn’t help walking around, snapping photos. I’m looking forward to riding my bike and taking long walks in the coming weeks. With Spring Break in two weeks, I’m excited to explore more of this beautiful island!
why is it that
some days are too full
while others are just right
the tasks keep piling up
and i’m not sure
where to start
balancing it all
is proving to be
can i just stop time
get caught up
and press play
when i’m ready
to begin again
Have you ever been inspired to write something from a book you’re reading? Well, I’m reading The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo (which is great by the way!) and in it, Xiomara’s teacher gives her a few writing assignments that we, as readers, get to see. In the book, Xiomara (the poet) writes the rough draft as a poem, saying the truth, but ends up turning in an essay that is more in line with what she thinks is acceptable. Assignment number two, which was to write the last paragraphs of your biography, caught my attention. With a mixture of excitement and fear, it made me wonder…what would they say about me, about the life I’ve lived? I mean, really, What would they say?
Here’s Xiomara’s rough draft of her assignment:
And here’s her final draft:
Here goes…my rough draft of the Last Paragraphs of My Biography:
Jennifer loved with her whole heart and
treated her friends like family.
While she never married or had children of her own,
she developed strong relationships with her nieces and nephew,
and they came to visit her often,
wherever she happened to be.
During her lifetime, she lived
on six continents, traveling to the
far reaches of the world, in search of
adventure and understanding.
Her dream of someday living in Paris
came true. She spent her days wandering,
writing, and wondering. (Oh, and eating lots of croissants!)
She didn’t always get it right,
and she made lots of mistakes,
some she’d rather not share,
but one thing remained the same,
she always learned from her mistakes
and tried to do better the next time.
Despite all of her fear and worry and doubt
that she wouldn’t be good enough,
she finally authored and published a book
and then another and another.
Jennifer was also a sought-after
speaker and workshop leader,
sharing her passion for writing and the PYP.
Jennifer may be remembered
as many things: a friend,
an educator, a writer, a sister,
an aunt, a daughter, a reader,
but most importantly,
she should be remembered
as always following her passions,
standing up for what she believed in,
and for loving with her whole heart.
I think I’ll save the final draft for another slice. 😉
frustration’s a funny thing
it starts off small
like a tickle in the back of your throat
after a while
it chips away
at the positive exterior
poking its way into your life
making itself known
calling out to be tended to
to be noticed
until you can no longer
then what was once a tickle
is a full blown cough
unable to be disregarded
once it’s there
in your face
you’ve got to deal with it
one way or another
you can cry
or take action
it’s up to you
but it must be dealt with
this frustration that’s
built up inside of you
Today was a perfect day. I need more days like this.
Sunny and breezy
The wind in my hair
Ninety minutes of stretching and kneading
Melting into a Thai massage induced coma
A short walk through the familiar neighborhood
My favorite Penang curry by the lake
A bit too spicy this time,
But still delicious
Quick stop for some Thai snacks
Before heading to the pool
Water the perfect temperature for lounging
And catching up with not one,
But two friends
Sunkissed, heading back as the sun set
Showered and in our pj’s
Pizza, laughs, and Netflix
The perfect end to
A perfect day
It’s that time of the year where the stress has built up. It’s been almost 12 weeks since we came back from Christmas break, and we are all in need of a holiday. After school, I was frustrated. My typical response to frustration or a stressful day would be to come home, stew about it, veg out on the couch watching Netflix and eating junk food, feeling sorry for myself. But today I chose a different response. I chose to honor my commitment to the gym despite feeling cruddy.
to make itself at home
the chocolate chip cookie
to stave off the feeling of frustration
dreams of the couch
coming to my rescue
played in my head
but I have an appointment
do I cancel? or do I go?
begrudgingly i went
convinced I’d do my thirty minutes
the beat started off slow
then sped up
motivating me to row
faster than normal
picking up speed
with each passing minute
endorphins taking over
the stress started to thaw
my training session
over too fast
but i was ready
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