Finally at the Starting Line

So here it finally begins. With Senior Exhibition night over and one more item crossed off my ever growing list of priorities this year, I am officially graduating (which isn’t too much of a personal accomplishment because who are we kidding, the school wants us out of there anyways). I can say that for now, I am done jumping through hoops and that alone is enough for me to call for a celebration.

Hence, I am continuing the wonderful tradition of “Senior Skip Day.” Today is the day to go do something spontaneous, wonderful, thrilling or if you prefer, time to relax, and take a moment for yourself. Lately with family circumstances and events that have occurred, I’ve come to think heavily on my own life and the delicacy it really is weaved with.

We wake up everyday, prepared for another tomorrow, or not in my case which often ends with me turning my car around to grab my running shoes because I always manage to forget them despite them being the only things I actually need to run. But the confidence people hold in there being another tomorrow can be seen through the creation of words like, “tomorrow” and “next year, month..” Or how we spend most of our time planning.

Why do we do such things? I wonder at what point it occurred where the caveman no longer had to live day by day but could finally look around, take a deep breath, and say “Man, I’m going to take a nap because I can hunt for that mammoth tomorrow.” (Don’t take my word for it though. I routinely slept through history class).

We assume and we plan and we collaborate our lives woven with the idea that there is security in tomorrow.

But there is not.

Tomorrow is simply an idea. A time. A place that has not yet come. I believe we forget, myself included, that for many, tomorrow is something they will not see. Today is where you can place your bets. This time and place now is where you can be certain.

So here I am at the starting line. My toes are on the edge and my body is coiled with adrenaline ready to spring at the shot. There’s a long and winding path ahead of me full of uncertainty and hardships, but I know along the way it will be good. The choices I make at the turns will bring me to happiness and at the end, well c’mon, who are we kidding?

I’m in no rush, but I’ll “Mo Farrah” it across the tape.

But for now, today is a day to live. I’m not worried about tomorrow, I’m focused on the here and now because that is all I am certain of. I am confident in my future endeavors, but I will live day by day because life is delicate and that delicacy, woven through our threads that cross and tangle together, is a reminder that I’m not invincible or immortal. I am young, I am healthy, and I have a ways to go before I am at the end, but I am here and now and right now…

Late for Senior Skip Day

In loving memory and regards to my grandmother, Barbara, who passed away March 12, 2015. Her beauty and spirit, though darkened by pain and cancer, finally shone through in her last moments and she will be remembered for her light. Much love, Grandma B. 


Perfecting Beachside Cool (With You)

I validate this advice. Amen sista!

The Tea Club

Dear L,


I was about to say “long time no see”, but as our beloved Dwight from the Office would say, “FALSE”.

Our recent walks hikes along the Bronte to Bondi stretch gave me a long time to analyse the Australian beachside style, something Sydney-Siders (cough, you) seem to pull off with Parisienne-level “je ne sais quoi”.

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One small step for the author. One giant leap for the otherwise technology-disabled nimbat.

Here we go.

Fasten your seatbelts, keep hands and other movable limbs inside the ride at all times and prepare for the most enlightening and thrilling literary experience of your life.

Ok, maybe not, but hey, I’m pretty excited. Post #1! The birth of a new blog in the internet world. Perfect and new and ready to take the first steps. One problem though. Many actually, if you take into account my complete lack of knowledge for anything business or technology related. URL? HTMI? PDSJWH? WWJD? Too many letters and too many buttons, hence why this blog will be a work in progress. But hey, I have a blog. Step one – check. I feel I need to learn how to run a blog somehow, for some reason. Call it my mid-life, teenage crisis as 18 going on 40. I’m about to step into this world. My wings are itching to fly and I’m peeking over the nest, but boy, I am pretty high up, so this blog, much like the other whimsical passing ideas in my mind, was born. But, I took it a step further. The first of many. It’s a safety check, the “dipping my toes in the water first” type of experience to see if somehow I can start something new and build off of it from the intangible ramblings of my mind. I started it and sat down, brows furrowed in frustration, and eyes glazed over, jumbled from the foreign language spoken in computer code and text staring back at me. But I started it and here I am, and here you are, hopefully, the first of many reading this. The blog will change and evolve as my skills with advertising, running a small business, and figuring out computer layout will develop. Stick with it. I will, and maybe, as I spread my wings, or take the leap into the water, this blog will actually become something.

So I’d say that encompasses a fairly decent idea of my excited trepidation to start something new. Now how to end it? Why not with… oh, yes, another idea. I like it. I learn something new everyday so as I do, I will pass on my knowledge to you. Today’s fun fact, the conclusion of the first entry of my first blog, is: a zooxanthellae is a photosynthetic creature that supplies at least 90% of corals’ energy.

Boom. Think about that.