The Blue Castle

What would happen if, for example, you found out you're dying, went on a spree of doing the things you always wanted to do, and then found out you're not dying? Does it seem reckless and unsustainable now, in the aftermath? Do you keep it up?

picture this

My life would be so full of art and romance. Everything would be romantic, and the walks along the beach in those rain boots (because it’s always a chilly fall day - no summer in my perfect scenario, sorry), and a nice warm cardigan would be a must!

what are the chances?

Maybe it was the first brick I had placed on the path I took to today. It was a catalyst for so many subsequent choices I made that, come to think of it, really started with that movie.

wiser by the hour

I don’t put dates in my journal. Everything is one big script in black ink, page after page of neural pathways that run into a dead end and reroute to find another. Days and months spilled into one, so my journal reflects that.

go get that tattoo.

I have a tattoo of a phone number for my grandparents’ house. That was the only number I would’ve picked up and answered growing up. I hated talking on the phone! The number is no longer in use.

between always and never: going back in time

Regrettably, I lived a life full of things I want to change. But it brought me here today. So I learned to let go. But most of all, I learned that nothing compares to grief.