A Collection of Thoughts: New York City

experience

noun  ik × speer × ee × uh × ns

the process or fact of personally observing, encountering, or undergoing something

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A band trip consisting of a visit to Washington DC, a performance in front of the Lincoln Memorial, and three days in New York City can fill a girl's head with thoughts. A bus ride home can grant her time to piece it together. A blog can let snippets of the experience of a lifetime be shared.

   A Glimpse of a City:

   A smell, a taste, smoke and grime and a not so clear sky, but also something more, a poorly mixed drink, almost sweet in your mouth, something like adventure.

   Words, sound, engulfing the other senses, not realizing their place in the scheme, not caring, thoughtless.

   Sometimes stunning, stretching, breathing, beating, choking on those it was created to awe, what a thought.

   Celestials overthrown by those who can only gaze up, up, up, replacing otherworldly glory with their own, withering centuries away and below, perhaps this is why the stars hide their wonder.

   From the harsh comes the melody, quiet, haunting, waning, yin and yang, dark and light, no gray, only fragile harmony.

   Sizes and shapes, bodies, blending into one, so why bother.

   Grasping tight, a second skin, pale knuckles, clashing blush, false fear, true motives, a relieved sigh once past, how silly, how judging, but then it repeats, clutching, keeping, selfish? perhaps, move on.

To Be a Logophile

logophile

noun  law × guh × fahyl

a lover of words

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There are a few sure-fire ways to tell if you’re a logophile (or lexophile, as Microsoft Word keeps insisting on. Same difference, Word. Get it together). These include:

      Owning your own dictionary and/or thesaurus (you've probably called it your baby before, but we’re not judging)

      Possessing the tout-worthy ability to demolish anyone who dares to challenge you in Scrabble

      Knowing what is means when a prevaricator uses spurious taradiddles to malinger so they can be frivolous with their cronies

      Having a list of words you love and a list of words you hate and never missing a chance to inform others what those words are

      Loving to read (you probably have more books than friends, but maybe that’s just me)

      Loving to write your own words, whether it be in form of flowing, melodic poetry or cleverly-written prose

      Harboring a fondness for wordplay. You can’t help but laugh at jokes such as: A plateau is a high form of flattery and He claimed to have a photographic memory, but it never developed

If any or all of these apply to you, congratulations! You’re a logophile. Welcome to the big, happy, nerdy family. Or, should I say, rapturous salutations to you.

The Dream Eater

endeavor

verb  en × deav × or

to seriously or continually strive to achieve

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Let me start out this whole shebang with a little secret: I have no idea what I’m doing.

Okay, good. We’ve gotten that out of the way.

Now, I can introduce myself, this being my first post and all. My name is Madison, but some know me simply as Madi. I am a small-town Oklahoman girl, an aspiring author, a seventeen (and a half – it’s important) year-old music lover, and a Bible Believer.

 

I also believe in the capability to dream, do, and deliver. Now, I love to write. Unfortunately, that love has gotten me nowhere, and neither has the mere desire to publish a novel. You see, we all have shortcomings. One of mine happens to be that not-so-little, pesky voice we all seem to harbor in the back of our minds that tells us what we can or can’t do.

And no, I’m not talking about nagging parents.

If you’re anything like me, that voice –the Dream Eater, if you will – is often kicking your butt. Maybe you’re letting it convince you that you’ll never pass a math test, or hit a home run, or land that job. Or maybe it’s whispering that there is no way you could ever have enough confidence to start a blog, or talent to finish that gosh-darn novel.

Well, let me tell you another secret: you will never get rid of the Dream Eater forever.

You can, however, try. The wonderful thing about trying is that it can lead to anything. So what if you don’t pass the first test. Try again, maybe do something differently, and you’ll be set for the next one. The same goes for slamming that home run, or anything else you’ve been dreaming about. Sometimes you’ll fail. Sometimes you’ll let the Dream Eater win. But, when a dream meets a little bit of patience and a lot of do, it’s bound to deliver.

However cheesy it may seem, I’m here to confirm that you can, in fact, do the impossible.

There’s also one more thing I believe in: you.

Go get ‘em.

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Hello! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my first post! Please, let me know what you think, and where endeavoring for greatness has gotten you lately.