Tyler Knott Gregson

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This is some work from the extraordinary artist I mentioned last night. I stumbled upon his website with a little help from one of the blogs I read from time to time. I read page after page, and I hope you take the time to do the same. That way we all can tell our children, as they reads his words from their textbooks, that we were among the lucky ones who first happened upon Tyler Knott Gregson not long after his tumblr days.

This man.

Him and his words are remarkable.

I would tip my figurative hat to you, sir, but even that seems to small of a gesture to express myself.

Always,
L.A.

Looking for my bridge

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Tonight I find myself in the midst of reading the work of one of the greatest poets of our generation for the first time. I kid you not, this man's work will be a part of our children's textbooks. More on that later though.

Maybe tomorrow.

For now I just find myself slightly frustrated with the tears in my eyes acting like baby birds resisting to fly from the nest. They keep peeking over. Glancing at the ground below, but refusing to fall. These tears are a mystery to me.

If they're not ready to fall, what are they doing there?

Are they there to mourn my childhood that seems to be all but gone a week before my nineteenth year's beginning? Are they for my dear cousin who has become but a stranger to me with her sudden awkward, skinny frailness? Are they for all those old friends who have changed so much I no longer know them, only familiar with their former selves?


Maybe.


Maybe to each attempt at explaining the sadness swelling inside me.  Individually and together.


Those older and wiser tell me this not knowing, this ever present state of confusion, is just a part of the ride in this storm called life.  I know they're right.

But oh how I wish I'd just drive under a bridge soon.

You know, that's my favorite part of driving in the rain. When you finally reach that bridge, and you're presented with a moment in which suddenly all of the chaos stops, you experience a clarity unlike any other.


And you know what? I have a feeling that soon there will be a bridge up ahead.


Always,
L.A.

Standstills and Father's Day

It seems like everyone around me is flying ahead so quickly all I can make out when I look at them is a stream of flying colors. They just won't. sit. still. Everyone has found love. Everyone is getting engaged. Everyone is getting married. Everyone has found some. new. success. (Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But trust me, not by much.)

And then there's me. Somehow frozen in time and in the unknown.
And for the most part, you know what? I'm okay with it. To hell with my need for control and a plan.
To hell with what everyone else thinks.

At this year's Father's Day family gathering on my father's side, while everyone else was busy showing off their new fiance or the great shape they've gotten in over the past year, I hadn't really had any remarkable changes happen to me.

"So.....Did you meet anyone down there at the U?" My Uncle Terry asked me as I sat inconspicuously among my many aunts and uncles.

"Nope. Still just me." I answered simply, as a handful of surrounding uncles quickly jumped to offer me condolences.

"Embrace the time you have being single."

"There's plenty of time for everything else."

"You have the rest of your life."

Yes. Yes, I do.

Now would you please. quit. harassing me about my love life?

Whenever that special someone decides to make an appearance in my life, trust me my dear uncles, I'll make sure you're among the first to know.

Always,
L.A.


PS: Hope you all had a lovely Father's Day! Mine was fairly wonderful. Then again I have one of the greatest men you will meet for a father, so that helps. I know you won't be reading this, but I love you, Dad. I am so proud that I am your little girl. How lucky am I?

Robyn

I know I've already shared a cover of this song, but I've had the original stuck in my head for weeks, so I thought you might like it as well. I'm not sure what it is about it that reminds me of 80's pop. But it's contagious. I find myself dancing no matter where I am when I hear it start up.

Yep. I am lovin' it.

Always,
L.A.

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I want a love like this.

Blissful and easy and true.

What about you? What kind of love do you dream of?

Or are you one of the lucky ones whose dreams are already a reality?

Always,

L.A.

In the clouds...

Life's been a bit hazy as of late. I don't know where my head's been.  It certainly hasn't been here.

It seems all I have time to do is work, eat, and sleep. When I have an ounce free time I use it to catch up with those I love. If you've heard from me lately, you know I love ya.

The past couple of nights I've attempted to lay on the couch and watch a movie.  Each time the result is me passing out not even five minutes into the movie.  And then I end up sleeping the entire night on my not-incredibly-comfy couch and not in my welcoming bed. Ha, gotta love that.

Oh, the summer life.

I'm learning to embrace this craziness.

Always,
L.A.

For what it's worth

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It'll be worth it.

It'll be worth the Pizza Hut pizza I didn't eat today.

And the early morning I used to work out instead of sleep.

And being so sore I can't walk without being reminded how out of shape I am.

It'll be worth it.

It will.

Always,

L.A.