Tag: growth

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 104

Day 104: “The Meaning of Life”

When I was a kid

I had an epiphany

And wrote it on my stick-on chalkboard wallpaper on my bright aqua wall

“Is this what you want your life to mean?”

I had this epiphany while I was watching Grey’s Anatomy

And Dr. Richard Webber was talking

Hell, maybe he even said it

But I just know that it hit me

In a booming voice

If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was God

And I didn’t know better then

So I kinda thought it was

But it hit me because I was watching tv a lot

(Something I love doing)

And laying in bed a lot

(Something else I love doing)

But I wasn’t doing anything else

There was no balance

This came back up for me recently

What do I want my life to mean?

I sure as hell want to be relaxed watching tv

But I also want to follow my passions

Feed my soul

Be aligned with my future

Feel energized

I want balance

I want to grow

I want my life to mean a lot

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 100

Day 100: “100”

Today I hit a milestone

I’ve been reaching for

100 days of poems

Not consecutively, but that wasn’t my goal

My goal was to not get stuck in the black and white

The 0 to 100

The writing out of obligation

I wanted to write when I felt inspired

When I wanted to

Not because I had to to meet a quota

In that time

Those 100 days

I’m at a place now where I want to try to write daily

Not obligated to

But I want to try new things

I want to write about feelings

And situations

And songs

And movies

And my passions

It’s fun

I feel proud

Brave

Strong

Aligned

Loud

Excited

Cheers to 100 poems

And whatever the future holds

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 99

Day 99: “Accidents Happen”

I had an accident

And I didn’t freak out

I lost my grip on my water bottle

Saw it in slo-mo falling

Froze

Water still pouring out of the Brita

My brain snapped to

I shut the water off

Picked up my bottle from where I caught it between my knees

Took a moment

Examined the fallout

Water

Everywhere

I stepped away

Took a breath

Quickly brainstormed my next move

Could use paper towels

A big towel

Two kitchen towels

Kitchen towels it is

Ones I don’t care about touching the floor

I started inside the fridge

Then wiped the outside

The door to the freezer

Then the wall

And baseboards

Ending with the floor

Wiping it up

Reminding me how much we need to vacuum

Through it all

I stayed calm

Because freaking out wouldn’t have changed the mess on my hands

And hey, it was kind of funny

And it could have been worse

And at least it was water, you know

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 93

Day 93: “The Realization at the End of a Movie”

What I’ve realized

Is that my dreams don’t have to make sense to anyone else

They don’t have to yearn the way I do

For the future I want

They don’t have to get it

Maybe they won’t

But I know I have something to offer this world

Something meaningful

“That’s nice, but I asked you what side you wanted. It comes with fries, but you can substitute for a salad instead.”

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 69

Day 69: “The Little Girl Who Couldn’t”

One thing about me

is I like to be unfair to myself

Well I don’t like to

But you’d think I do by how often I do it

Past me’s

are held to impossible standards

“You’re stupid,

Bad,

Terrible,

Because you didn’t know”

But what recently I learned, realized

is I couldn’t know

How would I know

if no one taught me

helped me

told me

So what was once tangible

Something I was on the cusp of

Should have

Done

Was now something impossible

Intangible

Far

Something I couldn’t have done

Which opens up the door for me

To forgive

Myself