The Rice Bowl

Don't Slow Down

There's a box where I keep every letter I've received.  Underneath it is a pile of letters I've written to no one in particular, they've never been sent.  They're waiting, sealed in silence, their secrets kept tight in their adhesive.  The box is covered in words.  Words that speak, to me.  "This is where.Make your mark.Planes, trains, and chasing cars.Tell a captivating story.Beginnings.Blog.Reclaim the girl you left behind.Love notes.Music.Discontent.Visionary.Welcome to the jungle.Lost.Daisy.Smart.Secret Life. When you're smiling.Style.Touch.Trouble.London Calling.Morning Rescue.Never Hide."

Never Hide.

Every word is a part of me.  But "Never Hide", its an affirmation.  It's a reminder.  It's a lesson and a lecture.  One day, maybe I won't need the words on a box to affirm this in me, daily.

Once, I read a letter that I had written, years ago, in complete reckless abandon to what my heart felt could be love.  It was stupid.  It was sweet.  It was beautiful and heartbreaking.  It was like watching the replay of a car crash, where everyone miraculously lives, in slow motion.  It was beautiful, even the destruction.  In retrospect it was.  During, it was...horribly broken.  It was nice to know that I was capable of silly girlish love though.  Maybe I'll find that again?

Tomorrow I turn a year older.  Magically.  Like someone snapped their fingers and it just happened.  I'm always filled with thoughts about life, plans, loves.  This year, I think about my parents.  My two best friends.  The two people who have been there to stand up for me.  The two people that dealt with my tears over falling off a bicycle, a broken teddy bear, mean girls in the neighbourhood, a jealous boy, impossible loads of homework and countless cups of coffee, broken hearts, and leaving home.  Where would I be without them?  I would definitely not be me.  I got lucky.  I feel like I won the DNA lottery with my parents.  My only struggle this year is finding any words at all (are there even any?) to express my gratitude to them for being, not only the best role models, but the closest friends I could ever ask for.

A year older.  365 days older.  7665 days of life (give or take).  Wow.  They've been good ones.  Ones filled with more thoughts than you can imagine.  Ones filled with more insane experiences, good and bad, than most receive in a lifetime.  I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.  I'm busting open the champagne and celebrating every triumph, trial, and failure with a smile and a toast.  But most of all, I'm celebrating with a hope, a wish, a dream, that one day, I might figure out a little more about me, or someone else might and be able to share it with me.

If I've learned anything in this life, it is this: I am not my own.

So now, more than ever, as I face another year, the words are clear.  Never hide.  Never hide, because that's how you miss things.  Things that define who you are.  People who help you find what defines you.

21, you're going to be a good year.

I Know Nothing Stays the Same...

I have a friend.  He happens to be my best friend in the whole world.  I've known him since...well, I don't remember.  Every memory I seem to have, somehow, contains him.

He sat in forts made out of bed sheets and dining room chairs with me while we read Green Eggs and Ham to each other.  He knew where all my secret hiding places were, and of course, he was the prefered friend to all my imaginary ones.  We sat in a garage together (which was really a beach) on a towel and under an umbrella while the rain poured outside.  We dove under the covers with a flash light and read Harry Potter books while silently gasping at all the right moments.  He was the first person I told when I fell in love with the boy who lived down the street.  He contains every thing that seems to compile what it is to be me.

Sure, he's had some rough times.  The leather that once covered his nose has long rubbed away.  His eyes are almost always covered by his matted fur.  The holes in his paws seem to get bigger by the day, and, well, I'm the only one that can tell that he has a smile, still.  He's been thrown in suitcases and backpacks and dragged across the globe.  His passport is as thick as mine.  He's soaked up more tears than anyone can ever know and he's battled the washing machine many times.

Horrifyingly, his head fell off one night while I ran to my parent's bed, sick with a fever.  I climbed into the bed only to discover my best friend's body was missing.  Distraught, I ran out of the room into the corridor where his lifeless corpse lay, headless.  My mum promised to sew him back together, but I think it took a good hour before I had finally cried myself to sleep, needing my friend to comfort me when I was ill.  After that day his head seemed to roll off every now and then and the hole in his neck seemed permanent until we had him professionally reconstructed.

3 years ago, an airport security guard pulled him from my arms and violated him in front of me.  Tears stung my eyes and when the disgruntled guard was finally satisfied that he wasn't some drug smuggling hippie, the guard received a few angry words from me notifying him that if I had been 10 years younger he'd have had a huge problem on his hands.  The ordeal was scarring for the both of us, to say the least.

As a birthday draws nearer, for both of us, he's the piece of home that I cling to.  He's every memory that I know of and I cannot help but think, he'll still be there for whatever is to come.  He'll still be the one that I confess my secrets to, sitting in my room, waiting for me to sit on my bed with him.  I'm sure I have more tears for him to dry, we have more adventures to share, and more secrets to tell.

I don't ever want to be a grown up.

Happy Birthday Mum!

Happy Birthday to the best Mummy in the world!  Thank you for all the worrying that you do about me :)  You're the voice in the back of my head, telling me what I should do when I get stuck.  Thanks for being amazing in the kitchen and giving me something to aspire too, and something else to look forward to when I go home.

Thanks for being the only girl I can get mad at, yell at, and then tell all my biggest secrets to and watch Colin Firth in his wet shirt over and over and over again with.  Thanks for giving my first steamy romance novel and teaching me that its okay to stay in your sweats all day, eat chocolate, and watch chick-flicks all day.  You're the bestest friend a girl could have and I miss you all the time!  Hope you have an amazing day :)

Happy Birthday Dad!

Happy Birthday to the coolest dad on Earth.  Thanks for being filled with awesome and thus making my life so!  You're one of my bestest friends in the world.

So here's to the guy that poured my first shot, gave me my first cigar, bought me my first hockey stick, and spun the sweetest tunes at my graduation party.  I miss you and can't wait to see you again.