I’ve never kept an official diary. It’s strange for a writer not to journal, but I always felt guilty for not being disciplined enough to write on a regular basis. Though when I was younger and things did happen, I often wrote about the events in a third person narrative. It helped me sort things… Read more »
Read More ›I will admit it. About a month or so ago I sat down and just started writing my story for Invictus. I just let the words pour out across my computer screen, the cursor barely stopping to blink as my hands went flying across the keyboard. I was impressed at how much just poured out…. Read more »
Read More ›I have literally. Yes. Literally, written this blog over 20 times. The grease from my finger has started to wear off the lettering on the “delete” button. I’ve spent more time trying to craft the prefect sentence that expresses how I feel instead of allowing the raw emotions be the driving force. It’s not just… Read more »
Read More ›Escape velocity. The speed needed to “break free” of Earth’s gravity. This story is my black hole. This story is my attempt to escape from the Earth. “Give them space. Give them time,” Brad told me. What does this story mean to everyone? How would they tell the story? These are the questions that are… Read more »
Read More ›“People should feel sad when they read this,” Brad said to me at our last group meeting. I nodded in silent agreement. I was glad he understood the words I had just vomited trying to explain the theme of my Invictus story. “The title of your piece will be No Safe Harbour.” Again, he hit… Read more »
Read More ›Sometimes I wish I had chosen something easier to write about like something that happened in the past and was over and done with. Something my hands were washed clean of and I had since moved on from. Mostly, sometimes I wish I had chosen something that didn’t impact me in the present. It would… Read more »
Read More ›“Write about the moment that everything changed,” Brad says. I know when that was. The flashbacks keep me up at night. The lingering brokenness of it all stains my otherwise wonderful life. I’m a blessed individual, but just like everyone else, I’ve got a story to tell. The question is, can I write it? Don’t… Read more »
Read More ›I spent this morning googling information on string theory. Why? I honestly couldn’t tell you. I like learning about things that make my brain hurt. I’ve always been intrigued by the way stream of consciousness works, especially mine. A thought linking from one idea to the next. In one second, I’m clicking link after link… Read more »
Read More ›“Tell me your darkest secret.” I thought that line was exclusive to truth or dares and slumber parties. But as life would have it, someone said this to me at a bar. Granted it was my friend, but who is bold enough to make such a command? I half expected her to follow up with,… Read more »
Read More ›“What will I say?” “Is this too personal?” “Gosh, I really don’t want to break down into tears…but I’m strong, I can do this” were all thoughts running through my mind as I anxiously got ready for our first Invictus meeting early Tuesday morning. After several sleepless nights of mental preparation, I was convinced that… Read more »
Read More ›So I can’t begin without telling you how pleased and excited I am to have this opportunity and be at this point. Overjoyed really, is the word. As in, from the moment I heard about Invictus, I wanted in. I wanted that life, which meant none of us are alone when we do battle with… Read more »
Read More ›A group of ladies (and Brad) and I met at The Cup in The Village Tuesday morning to begin our journey toward The Invictus Project. Some of us knew each other, some of us didn’t. I think one or two girls didn’t know anyone other than Brad. And we were supposed to sit there and… Read more »
Read More ›“Are you a graduating senior?” My email from Brad asks. I’m not. I’m a sophomore. “Why are you not doing Invictus?” It took me a while to answer that question. Why wasn’t I? I couldn’t figure out a reason to say no. After conversing with Brad, I agreed to take on this beautiful, amazing journey…. Read more »
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