It's August 21st. I turned 22 three days ago. It's strange that adulthood seems to be an unnoticeable, intangible concept. My face looks the same, I feel the same. How do I know that I've aged? I suppose I'll be able to tell a few years from now.
I've added a poetry page to my website today. It's filled with old and new poetry, mostly sad and terrible writing, but I figured it would be good to post an example of how one grows over time. One day writing lame depressing poetry, then eventually writing actually decent works. Anyway, It seemed like an interesting way to share how I have sometimes expressed my feelings.
Also, I'm thinking of reading a short piece of fiction/non-fiction/poetry everyday for the rest of the year. If you have any recommendations, please suggest a work in the comments! It may not work out, but at least I will attempt to use my mind more and more now that school is over. Everyone tells you that life will be different and that the transition is difficult, but you never believe them until you actually experience it. Sigh.
Happy August,
Cristina
I've added a poetry page to my website today. It's filled with old and new poetry, mostly sad and terrible writing, but I figured it would be good to post an example of how one grows over time. One day writing lame depressing poetry, then eventually writing actually decent works. Anyway, It seemed like an interesting way to share how I have sometimes expressed my feelings.
Also, I'm thinking of reading a short piece of fiction/non-fiction/poetry everyday for the rest of the year. If you have any recommendations, please suggest a work in the comments! It may not work out, but at least I will attempt to use my mind more and more now that school is over. Everyone tells you that life will be different and that the transition is difficult, but you never believe them until you actually experience it. Sigh.
Happy August,
Cristina
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