Recklessly Thirty

It’s just before the Fourth of July and we sit by the pool of our new apartment on what can only be described as a perfect Sunday afternoon. He plays Sam Cook on his portable speaker that lays underneath my tank top so it doesn’t overheat from the sun. He gently allowed himself to get into the pool to cool off. And for the first time I notice the light brown color to his hair when the sun lands on it. I watch him behind the book I’ve just started as he swims to the other end of the pool. This is a man I’ve known for four years. He is always making jokes, whether it be to get others to laugh or to take my bad mood or make my sadness go away, he has come to be the most important man in my life. If you know me, you know that’s hard to say with having four older brothers and nothing but nephews.  Four years ago, unfortunately, I had just exited a relationship with a selfish man who held us both in an unhappy home. To steer clear of an argument, or worse, another silent  treatment, I w

I have come upon a new hobby. With my body being less active and my mind constantly battling my body on how to keep healthy and mobile, I happened upon yoga. It's no secret that yoga is relaxing and spiritual for some. For me, it's about maintaining a strong body with a healthy, relaxed mind to go with it. I've taken a months worth of classes so far and each one has been slightly different than the other. Did I mention these are beginners classes? I'm clueless on terminology and body placement. The first class, I walked in with my water bottle in hand and friend by my side. The class was great. The teacher, a petite older woman with short, spiked hair and glasses, stretched us well, talked us through the poses, and guided us on the proper way to move our bodies. She spoke softly and had music playing quietly via Bluetooth from her phone. When an instrumental version of "What if God was One of us?" Came on, I had to focus back to her speaking because I near

It’s amazing how a place can hold a memory. Good or bad. How sitting in front of a place, driving or walking through it can make your heart skip beats and stomach do backflips. How tears can sting your eyes at the pain it brings to mind or, if you’re lucky, the joy it brings your soul.  I recently took a mini weekend getaway to where I lived in Tennessee. To kill time while my friends worked, I drove around the city that’s grown so immensely it’s hard to take it all in. I drove through town, admiring in jealousy, all of the new thriving businesses being built and thinking about how everything at home in Ohio doesn’t compare to the life here. It was when I drove past and thought of my three apartments that I felt overly sentimental towards this city.  I drove into the parking lot of the first place I lived and I parked my car. I stared at the windows and door of my building thinking about how much excitement there was in this small one bedroom apartment. I remembered the hundre

It's funny, when people ask me to tell them random facts about myself, I can't think of a damn thing to say. Then I'll be driving down the road grinding my teeth and then I remember that sometimes I do that, and it's weird, uncomfortable, and quite painful at times. So allow my strange habit stories to continue... I realize the silly randomness that is my life. Sometimes I ... Don't finish what I start. Whether it be the shampoo bottle because I got a new one and it's so damn hard to get the last of what is left out, or a task like filing my life away. Truth, I was stuck with both of those. I literally had papers all over the floor of my loft because I was trying to organize my life (wish me luck) in sections so I can keep track of certain information. I started it and left it and then piled it all in the corner of my spare bedroom. Will I finish it at all? Who knows! Sometimes I ... Get interrupted when I'm talking and it drives me absolutely up a wall.