November 18th, 2018: Forgot to Forgive

Dear World,

Originally for this week’s letter, I wrote about modern art and tied it all up with a conversation I had at the library and a glimmering Christmas ribbon

Then in the middle of a passionate tangent about Kandinsky’s Murnau Street with Women, I said, “nope.”

It’s not like I hadn’t been enjoying what I was writing. I didn’t dislike it either. I just felt guilty for caring so deeply about these women and their colorful town. Why should my readers care what I’m saying about some old painting? I imagined my biggest fans, Grandma and Grandpa, trying not to doze off at the mention of art history.

So I tossed it.

Instead, I gazed in the mirror, eye to eye with my guilt. Where did you come from?

Oh, my least favorite word,


Oh, I hate it so much. I forgot how much I hate it.

That awful word and I became acquainted before my senior year of high school as I fell in love with indie music and “deep” books written by dead white guys.

This prompted my friends and family to “joke” with me about my preferences being pretentious. I went along with it and at first, it felt harmless. I enjoyed my new interests, what was wrong with that? I even began to “joke” about it myself. Until I began “ironically” wearing pretentious as some badge of honor.

Yeah, it didn’t take too long for that “ironically” part to disappear.

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October 28th, 2018: “Little By Little”

Dear World,

Have you ever woken up to a nearly perfect day?

One of those days where the sunshine seeps through your window in a gentle yet powerful way. You open your eyes as if for the first time. Then, with a smile, the new day greets you. She whispers, “I’m the new day. I’m here and ready for you with open arms.” In lieu of a response, you spring out of bed to bring the new day in for a long embrace. You let go feeling assured that you’re ready for what she has in store.

Yeah, those days are awesome. I had one of them yesterday.

After embracing the new day. I immediately hit the yoga matt pumped and ready for Day 21 of Yoga with Adriene’s Yoga Revolution. My body trembled as I channeled my inner physical and emotional strength. Afterward, I grooved through my routine to Two Door Cinema Club.

“If I don’t know,

The wind will carry me.

So just hold tight”

– Sun, Two Door Cinema Club

In the midst of the dance party, I retrieved my clean laundry from the dryer for the final encore of bed-making. Finally done, I plopped down at my desk in front of the computer ready to battle the blank doc.

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October 7th, 2018: Flagstaff, Arizona

Dear World,

I have to confess, it’s been a difficult past couple of days. I am calling them difficult even though bad feels more appropriate right now.

I’m trying to make bad days troubling, or difficult, or challenging. Even then, is the word day sufficient either? Often times, for me, it’s really only a bad, troubling, difficult, or challenging couple of minutes or hours.

Though I guess it doesn’t matter as much how I define all this sadness but rather how I embody it. I feel it’s important for me to let it go through its course. To help the process, I’ve come to Flagstaff to visit some of my friends.

Thankfully I’ve had a little bit of much needed time to myself. I chose to go to a couple of art galleries in Historic Downtown. I felt at home among the blown glass, handmade political shrines, and landscape watercolor paintings.

In the first gallery, I was curious if the clerk was an artist.

“No, are you?”

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May 29th, 2018: Brussels, Belgium

Dear World,

Today I went to René Magritte Museum. Magritte is one of my favorite painters ever so this was a big deal for me. Even if you don’t recognize his name you’ve probably heard of him and seen his work before. You may have seen one of his iconic paintings, The Treachery of Images that says, “This is not a pipe.” As well as Son of Man, which depicts a man in a bowler hat with a green apple covering his face.

I love his work for many reasons but I’ll give you the abridged spiel.

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