Post Hiatus

SO! Following my longest blogging hiatus, I am now back to entertain! YAY!

Not really. My life has consisted of the normal teenage blah that has become uninteresting. Guys you like forgetting about you, friends fighting, friends breaking up. The norm that I thought I was starting to get away from, but it appears that I’m stuck with it. On the much better side, I have an uncle in the military who’s home for Thanksgiving. I’ve got a brand new short story started that seems to be going really great. Soldiers seem to be my new theme.

I’m finally back into reading, thank God! A whole new list of books to read, so I’m really excited about that, and with the hour long trip to college Mondays through Thursdays plus the Thanksgiving holiday, I have plenty of time for it. Suggestions?! Anyone?

Fridays are my fun days. I work in a preschool with the most lovely kids I know and couldn’t think of a better job for me. High School is getting better, too, more of a challenge, less of a drag. I’m tired of classes you can skate by in. If you don’t force me to live up to my potential, I’ll slack just like any other of my lazy, rather sleep all day peers.

So that’s what my life has been, and now, post hiatus, I think this might help me not only fall back into a groove, but switch up some of the monotony of my life.

Rainy Days and Optimism

Close your eyes a minute, picture rain drizzling down, the streets blackened from water and dreary faces everywhere. Picture unhappiness and sour attitudes hovering in the eyes of the pedestrians forced to walk today and blazing from the pores of the drivers that have been forced to slow their pace. That is my today.

In the little four town radius I call home, the rain is dampening everyone’s spirits, but in my opinion, the rain is beautiful. It can wash away dirt and, if you’ll let it, the irritants of the day. Today, it’s done just that. It has taken away the hurt and the worry, the sorrow and the tears, and it’s left in it’s place a shiny new day. My guy friend Jonathan told me yesterday of a belief about life, and it turns out that he was right. In the end, the goal is to try to stay positive, and I find that if you think of one bad hing, it helps to point out at least five good things to yourself afterward. It just brightens you up and takes your mind of the bad.

So, maybe- just maybe- the next time you look at the rain, try to see all the bad it’s washing away so you can see the good it’s hiding. Have a great day, everyone!

Illusion of the Rainbow

Illusion of the rainbow… or as it is said in French, Ilusión De L’Arc-en-ciel…

No, I can’t speak French, and I’ll be appalled if I ever learn to, but I picked the phrase up from a book, and the thought has been stuck in my head the entire day. The concept of a rainbow is rather sad, really. I mean, it’s there but is it really there? We can see it, but we can’t touch it, and if we look away at the wrong time, we could look back and it might be gone. How sad a life is that? Yes, I know rainbows don’t feel, but in reality,  how would you like to live life as an insubstantial beauty, there only to be seen and disappear.

Now that fall is here, though, I am hoping to see this illusion more often though, as the rain and the sun combine.

Ilusión De L’Arc-en-ciel… Such a pretty saying for such a pretty sight. That’s my thoughts of the day. Thanks for reading! Bye.

Simplicity… In A Cloud!

Have you ever wondered about the clouds? No, I don’t mean in that scientific, what causes clouds to form, why do they drift, what kind is which way. I mean have you ever just wondered about them, ever truly noticed how much alike we are- clouds and people? I did today, and I thought, huh, if only life truly was that simple!

Sure, we’re so similar it’s apalling, but they lack the thought, the feeling, the emotions we endure every day to complicate their drifting, languid days. They mave along through life, some barely moving only to be pushed on by the clouds behind it. Others race ahead, almost as if they are leading the crowd, and there are a few stragglers that get left behind in the race. Every once in a while, you see two clouds merge and they never see to separate, like a forge of friendship or marriage even while other times the clouds seem to merge, but it’s truly only one cloud passing over another to go on to find it’s own path later on down the sky like a relationship gone ahead to split apart before the end.

So, the next time you see the clouds in the sky, look and try to find the one that most signifies you, name it, smile to yourself, and see- if only for that one day- if you can drift along… with the simplicity of a cloud…

This is Megan leaving on a cool night in October… Have a good one!