In the Words of Emily

I’m in the moment. Right here, right now. For years I’ve been confused about that statement because I felt that being in the moment could only lead to rash decisions and grave regrets. But as I’m laying here in my living room, I’m taking it all in. This is a moment I can be in, one that I can treasure and remember all on my own. It snowed today and there is an illuminating, unearthly glow winding through the trees and down the street. It makes me feel at peace. It makes me feel that the world is at a standstill. It makes me feel that this is the moment that none of life’s worries are existent. The quiet surroundings are only interrupted by the crackle of the dying fire in the fireplace— a pleasant interruption, a call back into my home. The smell is drifting through the warm room; it is a comfort smell to me. It’s one that brings back a multitude of memories from over the years. Christmases, camping trips, and other snow days all had that one smoky smell in common. So I continue to lay...

    If I'm being honest, which I aspire to do since this is my outlet for my rampant thoughts, all of the New Years wishes, posts, and resolutions have left a bad taste in my mouth. I've always been one for new chances and have appreciated opportunities to start over, to begin again. But as I read all of the plans people have marked on their new calendar, plans to change, to better themselves, to make this year the best yet, I can't help but wonder, "why now?" So, my one, dreaded new year's resolution is to make my resolutions all year long. I don't want to wait for a new calendar with a new year on it to make myself new. We're all works in progress and maybe the work should just continue, rather than start over. So, welcome 2018, and may this be a year of constant and continuous change to better myself daily. I can't say that facing you is not daunting and I can't say that I'm ready to, but I'm still alive as 2017 has come to a close, ...