365 Days: Accomplished

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365 days. 365 posts. That was the challenge I set out for myself at the beginning this year. And what a year it has been. I have blogged for the entire year, once a day, through every up and down I faced-and I am so glad I did. It was a year of triumphs and defeat, depression and joy, tears and smiles.

I’ve learned some of the ropes of university, embraced a part of my identity that I had previously feared, landed my first ‘real-world’ job, and fallen in love. That is the broadest overview possible, but this blog encompasses my year of trials and successes.

It has been such a journey to share, and I have loved the comments and feedback I have received from everyone-it has never failed to make me smile.

In the New Year, I think I will be switching to a twice a week posting system, as every day did sometimes prove to be a struggle. But I’m not going anywhere-drop me a line to say hello or if you have suggestions for things you want to see!

May your 2016 be filled with joy and love and the best of luck 🙂

Happy New Year!

 

1 December

December,

the last sigh at the sunset of the year.

Boston has lost its leaves

and the dying sun paints the bricks with dwindling light.

The air bites, cold and vicious

yet becomes a constant companion

walking through the raw streets. 

Contentment filters into my heart,

slowly infiltrating my being,

and filling me with warmth

as I walk beside you.

Your warm hand tethered to mine

and small breaths puffing colorless into the frigid air. 

The world rushed around us

all in a hurry to arrive and be out of the cold.

Welcome to December

full of well wishers and merry makers

yet none so full of joy as us.

 

Those Three Blinking Dots (Tolstoy Lied)

I fell asleep smiling last night

thinking of you.

My mobile clutched tight against

my chest,

hoping, perhaps, I might find

Your soft heartbeat next to mine

though the final buzz alert from you

has long since faded.

Those three blinking dots stared at me

for so long and

I was certain your words would be those

Of the kindest decline.

Now I wonder what would have

happened,

had I spoke up sooner.

Would this absurdly happy grin still

Be plastered across my face?

I certainly hope so.

Tolstoy lied when he said that “happy families are all alike”.

The bygone poets and authors cannot

Capture

that tentative moment

that breathless hesitation

of fingers hovering over a

little screen,

Hoping beyond hope that

Those three blinking dots

reveal an affirmation of the aforementioned sentiment.

Poetry Sunday: Raymond Carver

Happiness by Raymond Carver

So early it’s still almost dark out.
I’m near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren’t saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.