I am thankful this year. More than ever before. Thankful for my life and the roof over my head. Thankful for my friends. Thankful for the food in my stomach. The classics, right?
Expanding on that in a more original forum, I am thankful for my followers. This is the first year that I can say that. In 2018, I have noticed a ginormous spark in my views and supporters. Sincerely in awe with everyone who has taken a moment out of their day to read my poems and experience a slice of my heart.
Thank you to all who wrote reviews on Amazon. The fact that working human beings with jobs and busy lives would take a moment to think about a young 23-year-old with a dream is astounding. I am now trending on “recently reviewed” on Amazon! WOOOOOW.
Saving the best for last… I am thankful for Brendan. The reason my life has changed so drastically. Since meeting Brendan, I have become brand new in more ways than one. Thank you, Brendan, for allowing me to see in my own soul what you have seen in me all along.
Happy Thanksgiving to all! Much Love. XoXo. Angela
My second Author Expo was yesterday. I find I am growing as a person through poetry. I wonder where my life would have taken me if I didn’t find poetry? I think that there would be some sort of disconnect between my actions and my emotions. I find that when I am not writing, my mind feels cloudy and bogged down.
In contrast, when I write, all my emotions are written on a page. I can visualize them. I can see things for how they truly are. Poetry allows me to draw shapes with my words and visualize my emotions in a colorful way. I paint pictures with my words. In the light of the Thanksgiving spirit, I am ultimately thankful for this gift.
Thank you to all my followers and those who have purchased the book. This poetry collection, “Overthought Thoughts of a 21-Year-Old,” is my pride and joy. It feels like my child! Giving these emotions away is something that I always deemed impossible. I am thankful for those who read my thoughts. You are the greatest gift.
Much Love. XoXo. Angela
What it is like to be female…
I loathe feeling like I am on display for the average, wandering-eyed individual. Lately, I want to roll myself up in the carpet I used to hide in as a kid. Magic carpet. Disguise from the world.
Just a voice, without a body. Oh how simple things would be.