Twenty-Something-Or-Other

The 15th has come and gone and I'm alive!
My ever-building anxiety about leaving teenage dreams behind me dissipated as the clock struck midnight. Two decades have unraveled themselves in the context of my human being-ness, marked annually at 6:50 AM with an old family photography tradition.

Nineteen was fantastic. The love of my life and I rang in midnight (and 6:50 AM) with snores and smiles as we photographed the first few moments of my last teenage year. Laughter, as well as tears of mixed emotions permeated each month, marking my progress in academia, life, and love.

Twenty was different. Sisterly love enveloped me as I laughed my nineteenth year away. Different snores and smiles marked the wee hours of the morning, and 6:50 AM came and went as the tradition was slightly altered.

The last three months have been such a learning experience. The Environmental Field Semester JBS was phenomenal and outrageously frustrating, often in the same breath. My neophyte semester in KBG found me many new friends, strengthened bonds, and gave me a little sister. I'm beginning to learn how I fit into Brandeis, and how Brandeis is starting to fit into me. Emotionally exhausting, this semester has pushed my buttons and tested my fiber. Time will only tell if I pushed back properly.

For now, I say goodbye to EFS and goodbye to nineteen.
I'll carry both in my heart as I jump into twenty, as blind and terrified as ever.

live simply.

I Was Told My Soul Was Old.

To those of you who have kept my feet on the ground when I felt like I was floating away- I can't even begin to express my immense appreciation for you. Not only have you been my anchors through these rough seas, but the voice of reason that cuts through the arguments in my psyche. Very few have been there to catch me when I fall, put a band aid on my wounds, and put me back on the horse- I know it's a been a daunting task but every shoulder, hand and ear has been appreciated. Finding the words to begin to thank you is impossible, but my love and gratitude for you is endless. Truly, I can't thank you enough.



live simply.

I'm the Colorless Sunrise.

There are only so many things one could say about a situation like this. After realizing that the last few words on the matter have finally been dragged out, it's time that I start to get back to the Taylor Early Experience.

3 AM, hello again old friend. Insomnia has crept back into my life, marking its territory in my mind with ever-incessant introspection. For weeks now I have staved off restless nights; nicely compartmentalizing my thoughts into their own little boxes and tightly sealing the lids on the messy ones. Never have I ever been able to successfully been able to escape the broken record player that is my conscious, and until today I thought I was doing a stand-up job. It turns out I wasn't, and the seals on those boxes are easily broken.

This blog has never discussed the contents of these boxes.
This blog will continue to avoid the discussion, no matter how cathartic actually expunging all of those tiny little boxes would be.

In more or less words (and I can guarantee less), turning twenty is freaking me out, and I'm doing a rather poor job processing it. These loose ends are just unraveling so damn fast, and I'm not entirely sure what will be at the end of this string. Maybe I'll pull the seam further. Or maybe I'll weave the ends back together.

I think I'll go light a candle and pour myself a cup of tea instead.


live simply.

Metasequoia Glyptostroboides

I'm going to miss the hell out of this semester.


live simply.