Seasons are Changing
CaringEverything seemed so much different from her point of view. No pressure, no overhanging responsibilities, and, although her calendar said otherwise, no deadlines. All of her ducks were in a row, just as she liked.
She had much to do in the coming weeks, so much that normally, they would’ve been avoided until the last possible minute. Today, however, she felt ready. She didn’t mind all the things that sat unchecked on her To-Do list. It was a new challenge. And she was ready to take it.
Besides, they kept her busy. Every day, there was something new to do or something old to work on. They kept her mind from wandering too far, wading into water that was much too deep for her to swim in.
Before, she would’ve gone into that pool of distressing thoughts and overwhelming concerns because she felt it was her duty. She felt that it was her responsibility to lift more weight than she could handle, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. And even though a little voice in her head always tried to remind her of her mortality, that she couldn’t possibly do everything for everyone, she pushed onward. She would often push so far that even the during time she spent trying to escape it all, trying to hide from her own thoughts, trying to just take a break from the world, it would still leak into her vision. And she never knew how to stop it.
Now, though, something different had happened. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she certainly didn’t want it to end. Suddenly it seemed that things she would’ve procrastinated on before became things that she actually wanted to do.
Even the things she would’ve done to distance herself from her responsibilities seemed to shrink in her mind; her priorities were changing, and it seemed that they were changing for the better.
Despite this new mindset, she reminded herself that her old thoughts, old concerns, old worries were still there, hiding in her mind to strike when she was most vulnerable. That did not mean that she would get rid of them for good; they were always going to be there, always going to be part of her in a way that moss becomes part of a stone. They were what made her, well, her. But just because they were still there also did not mean that they would control her. She could put them behind her and keep them there to serve as a reminder at the same time.
She now knew that there was a time for worry, a time to be concerned about things, and that there was also a time to do the opposite, to forget about her worries and concerns and to not let them bother her in a way that hurt her, like she had done in times previous.
It was at this time of revelation when she decided: she would not let her own mind, those rabid thoughts that plagued her so often before, control her. She would control them. It was her time now to take the wheel and go where she wanted to go. She was not going to keep herself grounded any longer.
She smiled one last time at her own reflection before walking out into the hallway. It was time to leave this old shell behind and grow a newer, better one.
One that was never really going to be a shell at all.
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Just doing some soul-searching, is all.
FEATURES FROM LAST JOURNAL COMMENTS! YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS! You've been tagged! You must now do the same: post a journal saying that the first ten people who comment on it will be featured. It's a way of helping others, getting featured and featuring people in return.
Here are my features!1)
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Lol since I only had five deviants comment, there are only five features!
was the only one who said they wanted a specific piece featured, but if anyone still has a piece they want featured specifically, just tell me and I'll add it in! Enjoy and go check out those deviants!
EDIT:
now has a specific piece. 
Devious Comments
Good for you!! I'm so glad you found your happy place.
I wish I had your sense of motivation though. Still haven't started the summer reading yet.
and how about... my tablet practice? for the feature thing... idk
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MarchingBand is my life.
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~forWinds, my literature account.
It's pretty there. Go see.
anyway, i'm glad that you're summer's going well!
oooh and i think i'm figuring out william's hair. XD and what the rest of him looks like. i haven't drawn it yet- i don't want to mess it up- but i will try! XD
take care!
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Many years ago, it was hidden beneath layers of fog. Now that mist is being peeled away to reveal a glittering, golden, yet lethal-
wait.
you don't really need to know.
yes it has been a while. I think I shall call you today. maybe we can plan something about getting together plans about world chaos and domination- things.
I love how that sentence made no sense but it did at the same time.
you're figuring out William? (lol that's a weird way to put it) AWESOME!
*sounding like a chinese guru* If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Satisfaction comes to those who never give up.
you take care too! and how are your art lessons coming, my artistically inclined, likes to fall of the edge of insanity, friend?
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~forWinds, my literature account.
It's pretty there. Go see.
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