Self-Talk

The way we talk to ourselves
reflects how we view ourselves.
We often do it without thinking,
the little comments that 
fall out of our mouths 
whispered under our breath
are quickly forgotten 
as we move from one 
moment to the next
swept up by the
busyness of the day.
Only when we become
aware of the words
we speak and the tone
we use can we begin
to change.

I am strong.
I am powerful.
I am unique.
I am brave.

Weird Balance

Another year, another booster,
Another reminder to stay healthy.
Three years into this pandemic,
And things are forever changed.
People continue to wear masks
Below their noses and coughing,
Annoys me to no end.
I don’t say anything, but internally
I am judging. I don’t care
If you don’t wear a mask,
I don’t usually wear a mask.
But if you wear one
Because you’re sick,
All I ask if that you wear
It over your nose too.
It’s a weird balance between
Returning to what we always knew
Until someone we know gets it.
And then it’s going through
The motions hoping
No one else will catch it.

Don’t Give Up

Yesterday, I published an essay on Medium about the creative process of making my short film, Torn-Between. It’s been 5 years since I published it on YouTube. What a crazy 5 years it’s been. It’s surreal to look back on now. In a way, I am amazed I was able to make it. Honestly, there are times I forget I made a short film. Because it seems like such a long time ago and so much has happened since then. But little things pop up that remind me of it. Like a few months ago, someone who I am casually friends with on Facebook came up to me and said how much they liked it. Totally random and unexpected.

I never thought I would make a short film. I dreamed of making it for over a year before I shot it. But there were moments during the editing process where I didn’t think the film would be seen by anyone. A lot of work goes into editing anything and I was busy with school and work at the time. I had shot it in Maine in the summer then sort of forgot about it when I went back to class in the fall. It wasn’t until early December that I realized I needed to finish it over winter break or I would never finish it.

The usual doubts of worry and fear came dribbling in as I began editing the film. What if people won’t like it? What if no one sees it? What if my message isn’t clear? What if the odd style of the film turns people away? It’s a story about a nameless character told through her writings and internal monologues. It has no dialogue, only one character, no action, not much of anything. It’s about an internal life rather than the external lives we’re used to seeing onscreen.

My doubts soon became overshadowed by wanting to see my dream become a reality. And if nothing else, at least the people who worked with me on it, especially my dad and Aunt Liz, could see their efforts brought to fruition. I am proud of my younger self for not giving up where there were many moments when I almost did.

While this film is a work of fiction, with some bits of my own journey in there, this film very much captures a personal thing in my own life. It was filmed at my grandmother’s house in Maine. It’s a house I would visit every summer for most of my life. It was a very significant part of my childhood. This house is no longer in our family. While that’s very bittersweet, I am forever grateful I was able to capture parts of it in this film. Like my mother’s childhood bedroom or all my grandmother’s china in the dining room. Little details I will always have because of this film.

After I posted this short film, I remember having a conversation with someone I knew casually about it. She had watched the film and really liked it. We were talking about the boxes we are put into as a society, as people, as women. She made a point that my film challenges the boxes. Choosing to stray from the status quo when it comes to relationships, careers, all the things the character in my film grapples with.

I remember at the end of our conversation her saying, “there shouldn’t be one expected way of doing things. And people shouldn’t be seen as less than for choosing a different path.” That’s what I wanted people to think about with my film. Don’t put yourself in a box you don’t fit in. Be whoever you want to be.

Happy New Year!

Observations at a Bar One Night in December

I sit at the bar
in-between a young couple
drinking wine and eating chilly
and an older couple staring at
the menu for fifteen minutes
no drinks in front of them
for a second I wonder if
I should get a glass of
red wine I see bottles
to the right on the top
shelf they look good
but then I remember
I am driving home in
rush hour car to car
traffic which does not
mix well with wine
I cannot lose focus for
a second of feeling
like a proper adult
around strangers who
barely notice I am
sitting next to them

All I Know

my breathing has changed over the years
I breathe from my belly instead of my chest
trying to fill my scarred airways
with the opportunity to open up
no matter the difficulty
a little struggle with air
I don't know anything differently

these days I am grateful
air flows without blockage
every time I hear someone cough
I whisper thank you to my body
thank you for breathing
thank you for fighting
thank you for protecting

Creative Spark

The books I read
Inspire me
To see reality
A little differently
Remind me why
I love to write
To make everything
Seem more bright
To look into the sky
And feel myself settling
Into the ground
With the soles
Of my feet
With a pen
In my hand
Connecting to my soul
Creating something
Out of nothing
That didn’t exist 
This morning

murphy’s law

murphy's law,
a man whispered to himself
as he walked away from me
nothing went wrong, not really.
it's only how he perceived
his small error to be
this moment sticks with me,
playing in my mind
at random times
over a couple of days.
what was predicted to
go wrong went wrong,
now where do we go?

this time of year

I try to remember to breathe
not to let these moments 
slip past me. Not overeating 
at dinner because I know
the leftovers will be just as good
if not better. Having memorable
conversations, remembering that 
everyone is going through
their own things and 
feelings are valid,
including my own. 
The older I get, the quicker
time moves. We were just 
at Thanksgiving suddenly time
decided to speed up and bring us
back here faster than I could 
understand. I keep telling people, 
we were just here,
weren't we? They nod. 
The human experience
with holidays and time is 
that it comes back around
faster than we realize. 
One moment it was winter,
then spring. Some of us
are still grieving
the end of summer and
that's okay. The shorter days
do not help in the passing of time,
especially on long days.
Breathe, remember to breathe. 

wordless day

I stayed in the mountains 
spent some time by myself 
to read and write and relax
silence scared me or so I thought 
pushing back the noise of every day life 
to embrace to silence of a still room 
made me uncomfortable at first
I finished a few books and
scribbled down a couple of poems 
I found my creativity in the silence
I cannot recall the last time
a single word didn’t come
out of my mouth for a whole day  
by the end I realized how much 
I embraced the silence of being
by myself without feeling lonely