Day 169: Busy (part 2)

Upon her watch her eyes did gaze

To see the carriage arrive so soon

Barely did her feet touch the carpet

Before another task beckons her forth

Longing for a moment to herself

She wondered when the season will pass

Without a wedding or birthday party

Or carriage rides and voyages abroad

Without the tea parties and evening salons

Or the theatre outings and deer sighting

She wondered when she’ll sit a bit

And finally finish the novel she’d began.

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Day 168: Excitement

It’s happening tomorrow!!! It’s happening tomorrow. I can’t contain it anymore!! The excitement is bursting through me. I can’t believe it’s finally happening. The mix of fear and excitement is causing nausea and sickness to form in my stomach. But it’s worth it, because it’s happening tomorrow.

I’ve waited for so long, I’ve even began doubting myself. What if it’s not as I expect, very little in my life has been as I expected them to be. It’s never as good as it is in my head, but nonetheless it’s happening tomorrow.

It feels like Christmas. I know tomorrow will be different, special. All because it’s happening tomorrow.

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Day 167: Choices

She held them both in her hands, her two options, wondering which one to choose. She had been waiting for this moment for over a month, waiting patiently until the time was right. She’d thought she knew the one she wanted. She’d thought that it was all very clear.

That was before 10 minutes ago. 10 minutes ago, as she walked by, with her choice in her hand, her eyes wondered, to something else. Something different from her first choice, something society would approve of, something she might truly want instead. She’d picked it up as another option, confused at what to do.

That was when she made the call, she needed help, she needed another opinion. The phone rang and the voice came through, thankful that someone else could make the choice for her. She hung up the phone and sent the pictures she had promised, and waited. She waited and waited for the desired verdict.

As she waited she knew the one she truly wanted, she knew the one she wanted to take home with her. It wasn’t a choice for someone else to make, it was hers and hers alone. After making her choice, she finally got the long awaited answer, the wrong answer. By this point she no longer cared for another opinion, she picked up her bag and walked home, with her choice. The right choice.

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Day 166: Fathers Day

I thought that I should dedicate today’s post to the most important man in my life, my dad. As far as fathers go, he is top of the line, and I absolutely adore him!

My dad is always there when I need him. All I have to do is call out “dad” and he’s rushing to my side to see if I need anything.

He is so much fun to be around. I do get tired of his dad jokes sometimes but I wouldn’t want to go a day without them.

He always wants to make things better for me. My dad does not know how to handle my crying and just does whatever it takes to take the tears away.

He has impeccable taste. When it comes to style and taste, I definitely take after him. We both love the finer things in life, and are willingly to spend the money for it.

To the most amazing dad I could ask for, thank you for your love, thank you for always being there, thank you for being my dad.

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Day 165: Unpacking

I stared at all the baggage

Laid out in front of me

Stopped and took a deep breath

As I began to unpack the memories

The dress I wore in the crowded room

When your gazed was glued to me

The shoes that brought my feet to life

And made the dance floor home

The lipstick I wore just to see you

But you missed it all together

The smell of sunshine on my skin

The sand that followed me home

The sun that darkened my complexion

Whilst leaving permanent marks

On my young and cautious heart.

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Day 164: What do I want?

What an easy question that is. What do I want? I have a whole list of things to buy, so there are so many things I want. But when you add the “to do” at the end of the sentence, everything changes.

What do I want to do? I’ve been having multiple discussion about what my next career step is. I’ve had wonderful suggestions from friends who have really thought deeply about the question. They’ve suggested jobs and careers that I’d excel at and and love. Yet I’m still confused and unsatisfied. Still waiting for an answer that changes everything.

What do I want to do with my life? As each day passes, confusion makes a home in my brain. My life is not my own, so how could I possibly decide what to do with it? Surely God has an answer, one I hope He shares soon!!

What do I want to do with my life right now? Right now I’ll continue on doing the things I know how to do best. Live a fuller life, laugh a louder laugh and love a little deeper.

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Day 163: Who am I?

She laid on the hospital bed, confused and dazed.

“Who am I?” She wondered.

She didn’t know where she was or how long she had been there. She assumed it was a hospital bed due to all the beeping machines around her. She blinked her eyes multiple times, trying to get a clearer vision of the room. Her eyes were blurred, she could see all that was in front of her, but nothing else from a distance. She wondered if her eyes had always been like that. If there was ever a time she could see beyond her hands.

She wondered what her name was? Whether she was married or single? She wondered if she had a family looking for her? She wondered what she looked like? What features framed her face? What colour were her eyes?

She laid in bed, wondering all these things, hoping that someone with answers will walk through the door.

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Day 162: Rain

“Rain rain go away,

come again another day”

Was the song we used to sing

Was the song that filled our summer afternoons

Was the song I’d wished I sang yesterday

But it’s too late now, the rain is here

It falls like bricks from the sky

Destroying everything it reaches

I sit by my window staring through

Watching my carrots drown

Watching my lettuce shrivel and die

Watching my hard work washed away

Rain rain, here me say

Fall on us but not too long

Fall on us but not too strong

And when all is done, please go away.

Thank you for reading.

Day 161: Reading

Today is my first time trying to get back into reading books. I still read things online; article, reports, blog posts, but not books. It has been over a month since I opened a book and I desperately need to start reading again, especially since I’m part of a book club.

Reading used to be my obsession. I would stay up all night because I needed to know how a book ended. There were authors whose whole collection I’d read because I loved the way they wrote.

I’m still half way through at least 3 different books. I have about 2 week to finish the book I’m currently reading and I really hope I finish the book because I’ve heard so many good things about it.

Thank you for reading.

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