Brave. Bold. You.

6352b3054bc7fb6ca768d155b189fdf4When I first started this blog, practically 4 months ago, I thought I would be writing about all of the chances I would start to take since it was my last semester at the University at Albany. I wanted to inspire boldness not only in my life, but in others as well.

However as the semester started, and we were a couple blog posts in, I started to realize that my definition of being bold was not what I thought it was going to be. Instead of writing about taking chances, I wrote about rebounding after disappointment, love, the importance of asking for help, my anxiety, my various thoughts and conclusions about my future, being vulnerable, and of course, self-love.  I had no idea I would write about all of these things, and yet, looking back, it completely makes sense. Continue reading “Brave. Bold. You.”

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Somewhere Towards the Horizon

I hope I haven’t already
driven past my greatest moments.

I hope there is something beautiful in the horizon
That’s just as impatient as I am.
Something so eager,
It wants to meet halfway.
A moment that is diligently staring at its watch, frustrated,
Butting at the seams
And wondering at the seams
And wondering what’s taking me so long to arrive.

Horizon – Rudy Francisco

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One of the biggest things influencing me this semester, is the question, “What will I do once the semester ends?”

Truthfully, I have never known what I would like to do after college.  All I knew was that I have always had a love for words.  I have always had a love for books, but poetry, as I have been expressing lately,  is something I really  just grew into.  When I was younger I didn’t much attention to it.  It was stories that that I liked.  Nonetheless, poetry has become a rock. Continue reading “Somewhere Towards the Horizon”

From the Comfort of My Covers

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When I was little I used to find such comfort in being under the covers. My mom would tuck me in and turn off the lights and I knew that as long as I stayed under the covers the monster that lived under my bed could not grab me and I would be safe. Crazy to think that, at 20 years old, my covers bring me the same comfort as when I was a child, but this time it’s not because I am scared of any monster. The world seems to freeze when I am in my bed and all my responsibilities fade. As my body sinks into the mattress and my comforter falls perfectly around me, the warmth of it draws me into slumber. You can’t stress over anything when you are asleep right? Continue reading “From the Comfort of My Covers”