Monday, June 30, 2014
How I Did It
Ever since I was a little girl, I have wanted to be a writer. I have always loved the thought that my words matter. I have always loved the idea of writing what I could never say out loud. I was shy, I was sad, and worst of all, I knew it. My notebooks were my prized possession. Each one had it's own personality and when I needed a friend, I knew that I would always have one. Over time, and as technology evolved, those notebooks turned into files and those files turned into folders and then I realized that the internet existed. I could not only write whatever I wanted, but I could share it with the world. I could do anything; I could be anyone. And that's how I turned my dreams, into reality.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
25 Things to Do When You're Bored
- bake cookies
- start a blog
- go on pinterest
- watch grass grow
- star wars marathon
- organize a party
- learn something new
- design your own clothing line
- blow bubbles
- watch the clouds
- plant a garden
- paint a picture
- start a YouTube channel
- sharpen a pencil until it can't be sharpened anymore
- get a pet fish
- go on a nature photography expedition
- test drive your dream car
- count the stars
- prank call everyone in your contacts
- paint your nails
- listen to a new song
- make a spotify playlist for lazy days
- recreate a popular online DIY
- design your dream bedroom
- read a book
Friday, June 20, 2014
Poetry Friday
I often wonder
what is to come;
what I shall see;
what I will become.
I often think
How strong will I be,
When that great big storm
is raging on me?
I will always say
be strong and be brave.
Do not suffer,
do not become a slave.
But then I think
what will I do,
When the great big storm,
turns out to be you?
I think I would cry.
let the endless tears
roll down my face
and drown out my fears.
And then I can stand up,
stand up and stand tall.
Stand so that everyone knows,
I am not afraid at all.
Copyright December 2013
Julie A.
what is to come;
what I shall see;
what I will become.
I often think
How strong will I be,
When that great big storm
is raging on me?
I will always say
be strong and be brave.
Do not suffer,
do not become a slave.
But then I think
what will I do,
When the great big storm,
turns out to be you?
I think I would cry.
let the endless tears
roll down my face
and drown out my fears.
And then I can stand up,
stand up and stand tall.
Stand so that everyone knows,
I am not afraid at all.
Copyright December 2013
Julie A.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
No More Hiding
Gosh this is hard. I never thought that publishing my private personal thoughts on the internet would be so difficult. I never thought that I'd be sitting down, writing this post, yet here I am. I had someone once tell me that I could change the world. I didn't believe them at first because changing the world is crazy! Right? I've always known that I've had a way with words. Only recently have I realized that words are not just words. They are powerful. They are meaningful. I hope that you will enjoy my little corner on the internet. I'll try to post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday so come back then to see what's on my mind. No more hiding, I'm freeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
Saturday, January 4, 2014
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