This is my voice, my story, my opinions, my beliefs...

"If they love your work that is always great. If they despise it, it is also a compliment... At least they felt something! Make them feel it." ~Anna Jorgenson

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

today is a gift.

Sometimes, I have to remind myself that everyday could be the greatest day of my life. Can you imagine how amazing every single day would be if we were able to be our best self every day? I have a lot to work on...

Today I woke up at 7 am. Which is completely weird and out of character for me. I'm sure that I will be falling right back to sleep just as soon as I get a few things off my chest... It's raining outside. I love it so much! I don't care if it's cold, warm, day, or night- rain is always happy in my book. It's a refresh button that works. Today I will not wait all day for that mister to call me like he said he would. Today I will see my friend, whom I like to call Friend. Today I will smile because I NEED to. I need to feel that pain in my cheeks and the ache in my stomach from laughing so hard. I need it.
Later today, I'm going with my mom to the doctor. She finished chemo treatments last month, but has been really sick with a bad flu ever since.. Flues are bad for chemo patients. Cross your pinkies.

And so it is.
~miss Rae

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Sometimes, I write poems.

by: Josie

The sink is broken.
My window is cracked.
The oil needs changing
and that tire is flat!

So, so much to do
and cannot find the time!
I'm calling in the professionals-
is that such a crime?

This thread just won't stop pulling.
If I cut it, will it stop?
Oh no, they just keep coming
Like a pimple that just won't pop.

There must be a professional.
Someone who knows best.
Isn't there anyone who can help me?
Get me out of this big mess?

Some people call me crazy.
"Shut up!" I tell them, "see?"
But then I look around,
and in the room there's only me...

I think I need a professional.
There are people skilled, I hear.
Somebody better show up-
before I have to shed a tear!

I'm calling all professionals.
ALL of them- 1, 2, 3.
I wish I could write more,
but I'm stuck up in a tree.

Someone has called a professional.
I can tell by the great read truck.
So I must say adios-
'cause they're here and there, helping- me? 

~miss Rae

Monday, February 6, 2012

thoughts in no particular order.

Well, for starters, I have some great news!
I got a JOB!!!!
                                                             All I have to say about this news is... Finally! Right?

old me.

REAL me.

In other news... Life is pretty perfect right now. At least, when I don't think too hard about it. Does that make sense? For example, if I weren't myself and I met myself at work or a party or... whatever, I would think to myself, This girl really has it all together. She is just doing totally great! Get it? Sometimes, it is pretty liberating to think like that. It's like a mini confidence booster. Healthy, too! Everyone should take a good at themselves every once in a while. Do a little evaluating? Ask yourself, "How do I feel about myself and my doings with others?" If that all checks out, then ask yourself this one: "How am I presenting myself to the world?" When that is good too, I feel like I can stand a little taller.
"Fake it until you make it." ~Jody Rich

When I was in high school, I found myself in a pretty dark place. I wasn't doing terrible things, or even bad things, really. In fact, I was trying to be as good as I could. Good enough to meet the approval of others. The only problem with that is, it wasn't ME. I wasn't feeding my own soul because I was too busy trying to bury my feelings, my thoughts, my beliefs... It's really important to be true to yourself. Until I realized that, I was so depressed. One of the worst feelings I have ever felt... Its not how I always imagined it would be when people would talk about it. I didn't feel sad. I didn't feel anger... I didn't feel much of anything. It was lonely. I like to feel.

... I solomly swear that what I am about to say is absolute truth. It has taken me an hour and a half to write this far. I keep getting distracted. Dazing off into a world of thoughts, in no particular order. That is the tricky thing about writing. I like to write, so I consider myself a writer of sorts. Well, the mind of a writer, like any artist, travels at about a million miles a minute. I get so many ideas. So many thoughts, stories, pictures I want to paint, words... Endless words. I am lucky if I get all of those things to form a long enough thought to make sense of it all, let alone write it all down.

And so it is.

~miss Rae