Oh to be young, and without worries.
As I was walking into work today, A 15 year old girl was setting up for her birthday a few tables down. She had I about six girls surrounding her, and a box of cupcakes in the middle. I stood at the door and watched them for a few minutes. Before the cupcakes could be opened, they all stood up, put palms to palms, swayed back and forth and chanted some for of secret language. It was strange, but they didn't seem to care what anyone else thought.Because they are young, innocent, and wild.
I can remember being that young once, Im not too old now. But the feeling of being young, and not having so many worries and responsibilities on your shoulder. As i sit up and write this entry, i feel tired and worn out after a long weekend, and a long week awaiting me. I remember not going to sleep until the early hours of the morning, and being able to go and go all day the next day.
When did i become so old?
As i got older, my heels got higher, my shirts and shorts got lower, my hair got longer, and my makeup got heavier. My taste in men changed, and my view on innocence changed, as did my definition of wild.
But my heart hasnt seemed to age much. I still dream too big and get lost in my fantasies.
I feel like that is the only thing that keeps me young, that keeps anyone young. The innocent dreaming, and imagining that this world isnt as dark and dangerous as it really is, and that this society isnt as corrupt and selfish as we know it to be. I believe that the small pieces of innocent dreaming we have left in us is what keeps us dreaming, and what keeps us young. No matter how old we get.
The reality that my website and blog will ever truly become what i want it to be in my head, a beacon for women like me. A place that inspires others to follow their dreams, and that need to be recognized and noticed be fed into. The reality is that it wont ever be that, but the hope, the dream of it becoming more than that is what keeps me going. What keeps me writing, and what keeps me pouring my heart and soul into making my website all that I want.
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing your hardest. Never let defeat after a loss keep you from hoping for a win. Never let anyone tell you that your not good enough to play this game called life, that your not skilled enough to play in the position you want.
And most of all, dont let the reality of life, stop you from dreaming.
Keep sweet, and Keep Dreaming
XoXo
Sophie
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Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Changing Trains
It seems that everything comes to an end, this time sooner than later.
It was a short lived romance, a small jolt on the screen. But in the end
it fell flat.
But as women we always tend to feel disappointed after a date gone bad or a relationship didn't work out the way we hoped. Because we set out in the beginning thinking that this man is the one! Maybe not the "one". But the one for right now at least. That he will magically make you past relationship seem like nothing because he will prove you completely wrong about men!
Reality check, most men are alike. It's the women that change so irrationally and without reason. So I decided the only person who can change my past relationship from a failure is me. I have to choose to forget about it, and keep lookin through the mass of men in this town. All who look younger than they are, and act even younger than they look. I guess now I understand the reasoning behind all those women in the 1800s dating men three times their age. They knew exactly how to treat a woman, whether she be 15 or 25. Tsk tsk. Men these days.
But another somewhat exciting chapter has closed, the boy with the blonde hair is no more. And I guess it's time to see if there is anyone in this town who actually knows what it means to be an adult. But for today ill type away on my computer at work, making copies and doing all the wonderfully office like things you can do.
Be kind and curious,
Xoxo
Sophie
But as women we always tend to feel disappointed after a date gone bad or a relationship didn't work out the way we hoped. Because we set out in the beginning thinking that this man is the one! Maybe not the "one". But the one for right now at least. That he will magically make you past relationship seem like nothing because he will prove you completely wrong about men!
Reality check, most men are alike. It's the women that change so irrationally and without reason. So I decided the only person who can change my past relationship from a failure is me. I have to choose to forget about it, and keep lookin through the mass of men in this town. All who look younger than they are, and act even younger than they look. I guess now I understand the reasoning behind all those women in the 1800s dating men three times their age. They knew exactly how to treat a woman, whether she be 15 or 25. Tsk tsk. Men these days.
But another somewhat exciting chapter has closed, the boy with the blonde hair is no more. And I guess it's time to see if there is anyone in this town who actually knows what it means to be an adult. But for today ill type away on my computer at work, making copies and doing all the wonderfully office like things you can do.
Be kind and curious,
Xoxo
Sophie
The Clock is Ticking
Today has been an interesting day. To say the least.
Recovering from being sick and in between broke and tired. But the sound that filled my ears and sent a smile to my lips was the roaring of the motorcycle engine outside my apartment.
He is finally back home. Now as I type, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slumbers away beside me, I sit here and wonder how many days, hours and minutes we spend waiting. Waiting for work to end, for Friday to be here. For the next party, event or outing. We're always waiting for something. And you can't say your not, because right now your waiting to see what point I'm going to make out of this, your waiting to get tired, waiting to go to be so you can start Tuesday tomorrow. We are always, always waiting.
And I'm sorry I don't seem to have any type of revelation, other than why wait for one? I waited all day to hear that low rumble, to hear the clanging of keys on the chair by the door. To hear the mud stained boots clunk across the living room to my tiny kitchen. To catch his sent of dirt, smoke and Shampoo. I waited all day for it.
And now that's its come, I still feel like I'm waiting for the next thing to happen. Do we DTF? Define our relationship? Do we keep up this charade that we aren't together, even though we spend almost every night together.
So many questions that must wait for an answer.
Sometimes, I think we should forget about waiting, and just watch. Watch the present unfold like a magical story. And the next page will just have to wait to be turned. Because right now, as confusing as it is in my head, as uncertain as the future is. I want to live in this moment, where I can shut my computer, turn of the light and wrap my arms around a fleeting thought. That maybe, I won't have to wait for happiness. Maybe it's already here.
Keep kind and curious, xoxo
Sophie
Recovering from being sick and in between broke and tired. But the sound that filled my ears and sent a smile to my lips was the roaring of the motorcycle engine outside my apartment.
He is finally back home. Now as I type, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slumbers away beside me, I sit here and wonder how many days, hours and minutes we spend waiting. Waiting for work to end, for Friday to be here. For the next party, event or outing. We're always waiting for something. And you can't say your not, because right now your waiting to see what point I'm going to make out of this, your waiting to get tired, waiting to go to be so you can start Tuesday tomorrow. We are always, always waiting.
And I'm sorry I don't seem to have any type of revelation, other than why wait for one? I waited all day to hear that low rumble, to hear the clanging of keys on the chair by the door. To hear the mud stained boots clunk across the living room to my tiny kitchen. To catch his sent of dirt, smoke and Shampoo. I waited all day for it.
And now that's its come, I still feel like I'm waiting for the next thing to happen. Do we DTF? Define our relationship? Do we keep up this charade that we aren't together, even though we spend almost every night together.
So many questions that must wait for an answer.
Sometimes, I think we should forget about waiting, and just watch. Watch the present unfold like a magical story. And the next page will just have to wait to be turned. Because right now, as confusing as it is in my head, as uncertain as the future is. I want to live in this moment, where I can shut my computer, turn of the light and wrap my arms around a fleeting thought. That maybe, I won't have to wait for happiness. Maybe it's already here.
Keep kind and curious, xoxo
Sophie
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