We all want that clumsy kind of love. The kind of love that makes you stumble over your words because their smile while they listen to you speak is so adorable. The clumsy kind of love that makes you literally clumsy–tripping because you’re too busy looking at them to pay attention to where you’re going. The kind of love where you giggle at the stupidest of jokes, because anything they do makes your heart sing. The clumsy kind of love that makes foolishly dancing in front of everyone more than worth it if it makes them happy. The kind of love where you’re goofy, all the time. You’re so happy that you can’t help but brighten those around you. The kind of love where their eyes are oceans that you could swim in forever. The love that finds sunshine in the dreariest days, happiness in the darkest of times. That first love but also forever love kind of feeling, where it all feels natural but you also can’t help but get butterflies as you look them in the eyes. The kind of love that is worth being clumsy for.
Back at the hill for year two! About a month in! Can I get a HILL YEAH? I hope all college, high school, or any other students are enjoying their year so far back at school. Me, you ask? It’s been great! Some days are stressful, such as yesterday–spending the day in the library until 1am, one of my FAVE things!!! Anyways, this semester for me has been a lot of reading and I’m still adjusting to my schedule, but I’m having a good year so far! I don’t really agree with syllabus week being a breeze, most of my professors just jump right into the work and you need to be ready for it.
The new year brings a series of changes that may be great or upsetting. You see lots of new faces, but hardly see old ones! You live in a new dorm with new people, and have to adjust to simple changes in your everyday routine. A new school year gives you the opportunity to meet new people, take new classes, participate in more clubs, and continue to make your school year and experience all you hope for it to be!
This year feels SO much different than last year for me, in a variety of ways! I’m now living more centrally on campus, which is great for getting places more efficiently. However, my dorm lacks the community feel that I had last year. I don’t even know all of the girls on my floor! My friends and I have made some freshmen friends who ROCK. They bring so much sunshine into my day! Unfortunately, I don’t see a lot of the same people as often this year-I miss you!! I’m really enjoying my classes and I’m already tired of dining hall food. But who isn’t?? Despite not seeing old faces, I have so many things to look forward to this year and so many wonderful people to share it with! I have no doubts about having a good year 🙂
Some of my friends are pretty stressed in their adjustment to this year-new responsibilities, heavy workload, and other things going on. I think all of us struggle a little at the start of every new year, change causes that! I hope you all find the courage to persevere and embrace it! It might be just what you need 🙂
I hope this new school year treats you all well, you deserve it!
All my love ❤
At Stonehill, I am apart of the Creative Writing Club! On Thursday, our prompt was “An impersonator is taking over your life in every aspect. Give them instructions.” I decided to focus mine on my life at Stonehill and this is what I wrote. It gives you a little look into my life at school, and my likes and dislikes!
Your name is Rachel Riani. You are a sophomore English major with a double minor in Creative Writing and Philosophy at Stonehill College. Your favorite book is The Catcher in the Rye and you love writing on your blog. You eat lots of sushi, yogurt, and peanut butter. You know a lot of people on campus. Say hello to people, smile at them. Even if they don’t look like they recognize you, smile anyway. I sometimes do that. If people say my name and they seem excited, run up to them to give them a hug! I do that a lot, too.You always get the turkey florentine panini at the hill. Don’t switch it up, my friends would get suspicious. Wear lots of purple or Stonehill clothing. Help my friends open their mailboxes, that’s my designated job in the friend group. Sit in Ace’s Place in the library-that’s where I’m known for studying. Little tip for your own comfort, the booths are the best. Drink iced chai lattes and order pumpkin coffee at dunkin donuts. Black. To recharge your batteries, you watch Netflix on my laptop. When you’re hanging out in my room and my roommate asks what you’re watching, say Gilmore Girls or Grey’s Anatomy. Laugh randomly during episodes. Yes, I literally laugh out loud when I watch a show by myself. My roommate won’t question it. If you get a text from a guy named Bill, that’s my boss from my work at home. Always reply with excitement. Throw in a cat emoji here and there, too. It’ll make him laugh. Make sure to text my mom at least once a day, she’ll call if you don’t. Your voice isn’t exactly like mine. Oh, and don’t lose my snapchat streaks. That’ll make the real me sad. I hope you enjoy my life as much as I do. Best of luck!
Maybe give this prompt a try! You might learn a little about yourself 🙂 If you do, link it in the comments! I’d love to read it!
Happy Saturday 🙂
I feel like I have written a lot on this blog about knowing your worth–whether it be in a poem or about that one boy….
Today is not much different. Lately I have been thinking about how much I care about my friends and how much I value certain friendships…but how much do they value mine? I do not think I am in any friendship that is not wanted; I think everyone I’m friends with wants to be my friend. However, I think that recently I have been placing value on friendships that are not making me feel happy–I have been putting in so much effort with nothing in return. I go out of my way or intentionally put them first, only to have what seems no interest in response. If it isn’t making me feel good and happy, why put so much effort into something?
Coincidentally, I read two short poems on Twitter the other day that are definitely friendly reminders for how I have been feeling lately…
“When you start seeing your worth, you’ll find it harder to stay around people who don’t.” – Worth by Emily S.P.
“People make time for who they want to make time for. People text and reply to people they want to talk to. Never believe anyone who says they’ve been too busy. If they wanted to be around you, they would.” – Unknown
These hit the nail right on the head for the things I needed to tell myself and remind myself that I am worth people’s time. I will continue to focus on friendships that give me the love and effort I deserve and that remind myself of my worth. I was having lunch with a good friend of mine the other day who has been putting less effort into a friendship because it made her feel crappy. I do not want to lose any friendships, but I want to be sure that all of my friends care to make the time for me as I do for them.
I hope this blog today reminds you of how much you are worth and that anyone would be lucky to spend time with you! Reminder: You don’t have to try so hard ❤
All my love,
It was a cold day but the sun shined brightly. The woman laughs as she picks up the child. The neighbor across the street shoveled his snowy driveway and the sidewalk that bordered his front lawn. The sun continued to shine on them that it began to warm their faces. The white hat covered the baby’s small head and ears. The woman stopped laughing but she maintained a smile on her face. The snowy driveway that distracted the child made the baby anxious to be put down and go explore. The mother adjusted the scarf on the baby’s neck. The woman has dimples as she smiles brightly at the child. “Wait, take another photo! She wasn’t looking at the camera!”
An assignment from my class yesterday based on a photo from February 1939 of two women and a baby; I had to create a description and story for what was happening in this moment in nine sentences with one line of dialogue.
Hope you all enjoy Labor Day weekend 🙂
Remembering yourself in your youth…
According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, youth is defined as “the time of life when someone is young : the time when a young person has not yet become an adult”. It’s coincidental that today’s one word prompt is youth, because just the other day I was thinking about my age. I’m nineteen, turning twenty in March. I am going to be a sophomore in college in eight days. I am no longer in what is considered my youth. I was talking with girls I work with who are about to be seniors in high school. I feel like that should be me! Life flies by and it’s so weird to think I am an adult. But what about me is still youthful? What was I like in my youth? What from my youth can I carry with me in life so I do not forget what being a kid was like?
I was looking through old photo albums with my mom a couple days ago, reminiscing about playing outside with my neighbors, going to the zoo, trick or treating at Halloween,and jumping in the piles of leaves during my favorite season. I want to remember what it was like being a kid, in my youth. Yes, I still consider myself young, but I am an adult. However, as I get older, what can I cherish from my youth? I do not mean in age (although I’m sure I’ll appreciate being asked if I’m 15 when I’m 19 if it happens when I’m much older), but I mean youth, as in maturity. Being a kid, carefree, and having fun so often! I’ll always jump in the fall leaves, make super happy faces when the camera is my way, and remember my youth as I grow up.
What will you carry from your youth as you grow up? What are some of your favorite memories from your childhood?
I hope you always jump in the leaves 🙂
Why can’t I always dive in? Why do I let fear stop me? Why do I go forward with such caution that it affects my experiences?
I have never been able to dive. I love to swim, but I fear the danger of drowning or the ocean swallowing me up. I seem to have difficulty diving headfirst into anything. Sometimes, it hurts me more not to than the diving probably would. Writing is the one place where I do not fear diving headfirst; writing is me at my most fearless and courageous. I use no caution, not worrying what others think, only expressing how I feel in a way that feels right for me.
It has been so hard for me to admit that I have let fear stop me from pushing myself to do my best in everything. I am not the most adventurous, daring person. I fear climbing or walking in rocky areas; my fear of heights and falling the cracks stop me from walking on jetties or rock climbing. I do not push myself to hit the triple pirouette in dance or to take the bigger jump in horseback riding because of fear of falling, fear of losing my balance. It’s never my instructors, friends or family that say I can’t do it, it’s only me. Those around me know I am able, I just let fear stop me from going to my fullest potential.
I may have fear of some things, but I dive headfirst into my writing. When creating this blog, I had jitters and butterflies about sharing it with others. But, I did it. I felt nothing but relief and satisfaction afterword. I shared the link on Facebook, receiving nothing but good feedback from friends and family. Writing is an outlet that is genuine to me and is me at my most brave and fearless. Now, it probably sounds silly, telling you of the positive feedback from essentially diving into this blog; I might get just as much of a positive feeling from hitting the triple pirouette or taking the bigger jump when riding my horse. I get it. I shouldn’t let fear run my life. Sometimes I wish I was less cautious, more daring and willing to be fearless in other elements besides a writing setting. But, I feel confident and courageous when it comes to writing on this blog. Writing makes me happiest.
Unlike the dance or horseback riding world, my writing and blogging world is not one where I am afraid to fall, afraid to be seen as fearful or less talented than my peers. I am confident in my writing. The writing world for me is one where I am willing to accept failures, accept criticism, and accept the fact that there are people who will be more talented than me; it’s not something that would/will scare me or dishearten my efforts. I take it as a challenge to improve from the writer I am writing this blog today.
Creating this blog meant opening parts of my mind and heart to not only my friends and family who take the time to read my blog, but to strangers as well. I try and participate in The Daily Post‘s one word challenge as often as I can, allowing posts to be found by other bloggers using the same pingback, and hearing their feedback. Sometimes it’s easier, exposing part of yourself to a stranger rather than someone who knows you to be a certain way. I admire those who can dive into anything, like the water, or something that might scare them a little. I have not regretted diving into this blogging experience, and I hope to soon find the courage to dive into other activities that make me happy and help me become more than the person who writes this blog today. Until that day comes, diving into this ocean of a blogging/writing world is enough for now.
Just finished reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin: LOVED it. It was inspirational, proving to others that small things can make you happier without having to change your whole life, but you change it without even noticing. I am pretty happy, but it was nice to read of others way I can become happier, if they work for me. Gretchen personally discusses how she wanted to be lighter: don’t get snippy so easily. She wasn’t being carefree necessarily, but she was making less of a deal out of inconveniences. It’s admirable. I liked reading of the ways she looked at things in a different light; she observed her own behaviors and reacted in a way that made her and those around her happier. I especially loved reading this novel because she’s a writer. She discussed creating a blog and her experiences getting feedback from her readers which I was able to relate to; it makes me happy, too.
Check out her blog and read her book if you’re looking for ways to be happy/happier. It’s a great place to start, and maybe even create your own happiness project –> happiness-project.com
Would love to hear about what makes you all happy or feel carefree!
We watch people storm away from us when they’re upset
Thunderstorms are beautiful in one respect
While their booming noise instills fear
The flashes of lightning make the skies look clear
People storm to be heard
To be noticed
Whether it’s weather
Or stamping feet of a girl named Heather
We hear it. We hear them.
Be a thunderstorm on a sunshiny day.
Let people know you are not someone they can let walk away.
Hey readers/fellow bloggers…
Long time no write! Busy last month: vacation to San Diego, day trips to the beach, scooping ice cream like crazy, a concert, and a brief trip to Lake Winnipesaukee. I’ve been really happy and making the most of the summer. I can’t believe it’s already July 10th! Anyway, feels good to have some spare time to get back to blogging. I hope you all have been enjoying your summer! 🙂
I’ll be writing soon!