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coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips: new blog title

I’ve been meaning to do it for a while. Since I first started this blog almost 4 years ago, actually. I was never particularly fond of the original title I chose, but lacking in creative thoughts and not wanting to confuse my writing teacher and classmates by a name-change, I keep it the same. Since then, I simply haven’t bothered because I haven’t cared enough to do anything about it, and again, I hadn’t a clue what I wanted to call my blog.

HOWEVER. Here I am, finally changing it, because I just sat down and said, “screw it. enough with 3 years of procrastinating. here’s my new blog title.”

Whew. That was easy.

Anyway, the new name is a reference to a quote from Jamie Tworkowski, the founder of To Write Love On Her Arms:

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It reads, “You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living, breathing, screaming invitation to believe better things.”

This quote helped me hold onto life during a very dark period for me, primarily the first half of 2014. At that time I don’t think I even fully absorbed the essence of Jamie’s words, but it gave me something to cling to and find hope in nonetheless.

In addition to the connection it has for me in the past, I feel it also speaks to my future. Who and what I want to be going forward. My life’s mission statement, you could say.

There are very few things I am sure of in this life: I’m not sure who I’ll marry or if I’ll marry at all; not sure what university I want to transfer to; not sure where I’m going to live; not sure what career I’ll have; and even though I’ve already started college, I’m not even sure what to major in.

These things are supposed to determine the essence of one’s life, and I don’t have a fucking clue where I’m going with any of it. But a few months ago, a friend took the usual “so what are you doing with your life” q’s, and rephrased it.

He said, “what’s something you’re good at? or at least, what’s something you hope you’re good at? not necessarily in school, but just in life.”

Since he had decided to put away the cookie-cutter questions, I decided to put away the corresponding answers, and instead allowed myself to say the first thing that came to mind.

I said, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m good at, but I hope I’m good at helping people. or that I will be, someday.”

I paused. Then continued with realization, “that’s what I want to do with my life. I don’t know how, but I want to help people. give them hope, I guess. love them… let them know that God loves them too.”

And that’s one of the few things which I’m sure of in this life. Introverted as I am, I love people. And I want to devote my life to bettering other’s lives.

God knows how it’ll happen, but I want to be that living, breathing, screaming invitation to believe better things.

In the meantime, I hope to feed my own soul with countless coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips.

And maybe even write a few blog posts along the way.

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Sandbox 11: Bits and Pieces

this Sandbox was by far the most fun. the object was to put together the beginning and ending lines of 10 books, chosen for whatever reason we want. most of the ones I selected are from books that have some sort of special meaning to me, either for childhood memories or because of a part it played in my development as a teen. well, except for Frankenstein; that one I chose just because I wanted to. ;D my favorite of these would probably be Little House in the Big Woods, mainly for the childhood sentiments associated with it. my mom read it to me a couple of times when I was little, I’ve heard her read it to my sisters, and I’ve read it myself once or twice. the other one that I really like is The Hiding Place, for obvious reasons. I think it was the first book I ever read that actually made me (almost) cry.

Little House in the Big Woods, by Laura Ingalls Wilder:

 First: Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of logs.

 Last: She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the fire-light and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

 Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, by Jules Verne:

 First: In the year 1866 the whole maritime population of Europe and America was excited by a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon.

 Last: Two men only have a right to answer the question asked in the Ecclesiastes 6,000 years ago, ‘That which is far off and exceeding deep, who can find it out?’ These two men are Captain Nemo and I.

 Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley:

 First: I am by birth a Genevese, and my family is one  of the most distinguished of that republic.

 Last: He sprung from the cabin window, as he said this, upon the ice-raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance.

 Alone yet not Alone, by Tracy Michele Leininger:

 First: Barbara Leininger shielded her blue eyes from the sun as she looked up at the cornstalks that stretched high above her.

 Last: With tears of joy and a voice full of emotion, she whispered in Barbara’s ear: “I remembered my promise. I never lost the song of my heart!”

 The Hiding Place, bye Corrie Ten Boom:

 First: I jumped out of bed that morning with one question in my mind—sun or fog?

 Last: “Windowboxes,” I said. “We’ll have them at every window. The barbed wire must come down, of course, and then we’ll need paint. Green paint. Bright yellow-green, the color of things coming up new in the spring…”

 The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien:

 First: In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

 Last: “…You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!”

“Thank goodness!” said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar.

 The Reluctant Dragon, by Kenneth Grahame:

 First: Long ago—might have been hundreds of years ago—in a cottage half-way between an English village and the shoulder of the Downs, a shepherd lived with his wife and their little son.

 Last: And, as they turned the last corner and disappeared from view, snatches of an old song were borne back on the night-breeze. I can’t be certain which of them was singing, but I think it was the Dragon!

 Black Beauty, by Anna Sewell:

 First: The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end.

 Last: My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my old friends under the apple trees.

 Just David, by Eleanor H. Porter:

 First: Far up on the mountainside the little shack stood alone in the clearing. It was roughly yet warmly built. Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine.

 Last: There in a quiet kitchen he plays to an old man and an old woman; and always to himself he says that he is practicing against the time when, his violin at his chin and the bow drawn across the strings, he shall go to meet his father in the far-away land, and tell him of the beautiful world he has left.

 The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis:

 First: In the last days of Narnia, far up to the west beyond Lantern Waste and close beside the great waterfall, there lived an Ape.

 Last: All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.


SB4- Theme Quotes

this Sandbox required that i put together a selection of quotes representing the theme for my novella, including one Bible verse and one quote in my own words.  is it just me, or does it seem just plain wrong to quote oneself amongst C.S. Lewis, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Winston Churchill?? but what must be done, must be done.

Wherever you are—be all there. – Jim Elliot.

  Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember that you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars and change the world. – Harriet Tubman.

  Many of life’s failures are those people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. – Thomas Edison.

  Promise me you’ll always remember that you’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. (Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh) — A. A. Milne.

  It has long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things. – Adam Smith.

  For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. – 2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT)

  Success is not final; failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts. – Winston Churchill.

  It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. – C.S. Lewis.

  Learn from the past; plan for the future; live in the here and now. – Beth Campbell.

  You gain strength, courage, and confidence by each experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do. – Eleanor Roosevelt.

  If you’re going through hell, keep going. – Winston Churchill.