If you could say anything, what would you say?
At this very moment: "I like Baileys."
And that just seems to leave something wanting, eh?
As my first semester came to an end I was subjected to a task I haven't been a part of for about half a decade. (when you say it like that is sounds more impressive than "5 years") I had to write *gasp* ... ESSAYS! Not even essays. "Summative Statements." Two of them. After such a delicious break from formal writing, I definitely had a challenge in jumping back into it. And I remembered what made the break 'delicious'. After a semester of some real kick-ass-ness and awesome experience it was excruciating. But now 'tis done and shall not be thought upon again... until I have to lather, rinse, repeat at the end of next semester.
I've also decided to write a play, using this whole school thing as an excuse and planting a giant deadline on it. I, like many artists, work well with deadlines. I made the (un)fortunate move of telling an amazing writer that I'm working with about such a project. She then decided I am a writer, sending me all sorts of amazing info and resource material, including the posting for a play proposal competition, with the urging I submit my idea. So being the crazy, "why-the-heck-not" chica that I am, I pulled up my socks and threw something into the ring. Who knows what shall come of it. But I've got a fire in my brain now... and my heart... and it just might be the terrifying thing I've been looking for to grow from.
My holidays are one third complete now, my belly full of turkey and excessive sweetness (and Baileys - let's not pretend here), and my soul missing my hearts' friends. So I'll just blow up some big beautiful bubbles of positive pink EmC energy and send them out sprinkly snow style to those near and far... and perhaps they'll have the words I mean to say in them... xoxo
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