life, thoughts

When I Was 17, It Was A Very Good Year

If you’re old enough, you may remember the Frank Sinatra song, It Was A Very Good Year. I only know it because my dad was a huge Sinatra fan. He used to play his music in the car on 8-track all the time. I remember this was one of the few crooner songs I didn’t mind him playing. The melancholy melody moved me.

Side note: I’m a rocker, so my dad and I clashed when it came to music.

I mention this line of the song, because I’ve been thinking about what it was like to be a teenager. Do you remember? Were you insecure or secure? Were you a rebel? How did you feel inside? Were you confident or unsure? Scared or brave? Na├»ve or street smart? Happy or lonely?

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life, poetry

The Word Above

Our modern society paints humanity with such dark, negativity. Yet, when I posted about my anxiety, I received kindness, thoughtfulness and caring from people who have only met me through a blog. As I pondered the paradox of the two, it brought forth the following poem.

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