"I used to fear growing up timid. Now I fear growing up critical. Now I wonder if a critical nature indicates an inner bitterness and that in itself means that the world has won in curbing your nature that began as anything but cruel."
It was at this point that the rain stopped and once I reached the top of the hill, it was my turn to stop. There was no rainbow. It wasn't a scene an artist would pick out as being immediately striking. But the key was the palest blue and the sun was so bright that the glint of my watch face made me shut my eyes.
I am a con artist. A fake. A liar. I weave lies into my life as often as the truth, and I could not exist without them. I would be a paper girl, standing on bending legs without my golden spool of fake. Except for the simple fact that who I am striving to deceive is… Continue reading How I Get Out of Bed
Hello everyone, For the duration of July and a portion of August, I traveled to Tanzania meaning that the last time I blogged was in June. So enjoy another rambling installment direct to you from my mind - Imagination Vs. Logic: Tanzania I have lived a life categorized by lines and neatness. For as… Continue reading Imagination and Logic in Tanzania
The Girl That Was Before Four Years Ago - Age 19 It was 2013 and the lights were flickering too fast for my liking and everywhere smelled of the closeness of warm bodies. Sweat and warmth. In the nightclub light, we all glimmered. The music that played was a repetitive, lyricless beat but still everyone… Continue reading The Girl That Was Before
I am not sure if everyone in the world feels emotions as I do. Or experiences anything the way I do. How can we be sure that one person's experience of a rainbow or the flickering light of a candle is really the same? I cannot speak for anyone other than myself. Yet as a… Continue reading Cutting the Bullshit
Hello everyone, Jen here, as always - bringing you my most erratic thoughts, which you never asked for. Time to dive right in: Several events sparked my thoughts for this blog post, which may seem rather disjointed when written down. The picture I see in my head when my words are sewn together is never… Continue reading An Unstoppable, Unchangeable New Year
Hi everyone, Jen here. I struggle with how to word precisely what I wanted to talk about, yet I tried my best. So stick with me. In NUI Galway (where I am in my last year of college) there is a long corridor in one of the largest buildings, called the Concourse. Essentially, if you're… Continue reading Worry is The Treadmill of Emotions
Hi guys, I hope you're all fantastically well and like the new blog art! Long time, no blog - But for me, this one was extremely meaningful for me to write. Very recently, I have been quite busy. I know I should say the reason for this is due to entering my final year of… Continue reading My First Conference & The Bank of Life