We Will, We Will Rock You

It is almost over. Tomorrow I will apply to the BFA. I’m going to pick up my slides tomorrow at noon. I know I'm cutting it extremely close, but for some reason time slips by me. I get sidetracked too easily, like I’m a cat. One minute I’m focused on something, the next I’m staring after a floating lint particle.
Today, I got one of my professors to be my advisor. This was honestly the scariest part of the whole process. I even took my letter of intent to him to look over. I marched myself into his office and asked if I could talk to him. He said, “Sure, I have some time in February.”
Now normally this would have fazed me, but I stood my ground and he smiled and was like, “Oh, you meant now? Well, have a seat.”
I calmly explained what I wanted. I had him sign the application and chatted a bit about my letter and then off I went.
I just have to get my academic report, a picture of myself, (I have no idea why; maybe so they remember who I am) and a self addressed stamped envelope to get my slides back.

After that I just have to catch up on all the rest of my assignments…*gulp*

Just Around the River Bend

Ever feel like you are so excited for something that you can hardly keep from bursting into a million pieces?
Ever feel like you are dreading something so much that you are being squeezed together and your insides are getting squished?


Have you ever ran toward a cliff, reached the edge and just at that moment you hold your breath wondering if you are going to fly or fall?


It's that time for me.
*holds breathe*

A Poem

Thankful hearts in the time of beautiful
celebration. Far from home, it is not
where I feel I belong. Still thankful, so
very thankful for it is still some place
I feel am wanted.
In trepidation still I walk, careful
not to be the burden. Grateful even
for the little bit that's given. Hopeful
Tomorrow's load will not overshadow
the blessings of today.

I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman

Today's post is an introduction to this blog. It will be a record of how I'm walking the line between Girl and Woman. Ignoring the Brittney Spears musical cue, I hope to bring you snippets of my life. Sometimes the posts will be immature and frivolous, other times deep (hopefully) and heart felt. While names will be changed and some facts obscured to protect the young, the naive, or the stupid, I pledge on my honor that all accounts will be true.

So here's to the present. The only thing I truly possess.