I am ready for this new chapter. I am ready to learn! I am ready to grow and develop as a writer. I miss being the recipient of knowledge. Going back to school will be an exciting and memorable journey. 🙂 #writingstudies #stjosephs #StJosephsUniversity
I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I believe in myself, as well as the magnificent students in my classroom.
I want sincere happiness for those who carry the burden of protecting my heart.
I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I feel excited about my future as a lover of learning.
I wonder, can admiration conquer hate in this cruel world?
I worry that countless, valiant efforts will not lead to triumphant victories.
I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I understand that I am Angela Prendergast and I am my own person; responsible for both careless and thoughtful actions alike.
I am understood by the misunderstood.
 I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I have been told my entire life that I need thicker skin. At 23, when I believe I have developed it, it seems as if I revert back to the girl who just needs thicker skin.
Thicker skin. People shout this advice whenever they can grasp my fears in the palm of their hands, as if I can just exfoliate this thin layer that engulfs me, shedding years of insecurity in a days time. Thicker skin.Â
An illusion that I have been chasing my entire life. Just when I think I have grasped the concept, it slips through my hands like a wet bar of soap, resulting in me chasing it frantically around the slippery shower I call life. I spend days dragging around my own self critics because I am both the recipient and sender of these internal wounds….. Thicker skin.
Yet, somehow I picked a life where every lip curl, eye roll, bad hair day, and late night is quietly observed by 100+ eyes a day. I guess I should just grow thicker skin.Â
What I know is that there is no difference between my readers and myself.
At the core, we are all the same; we are eager to fulfill and organically express ourselves in this estranged world. My hope is that my understanding of this keeps me grounded and relatable to the followers of my poetry. Â Thank you, thank you, thank you to all who have supported me through this publication journey!
Much Love. XoXo. Angela.Â
The holidays are a time where emotions are running high and anxieties come swinging into your mind faster than your Great Aunt Judith running for the last piece of figgy pudding (does anyone even eat that)? We spend so much time worrying about hosting the perfect party, exchanging trendy gifts, and making sure everyone is happy and well fed, that we forget to enjoy ourselves in the process. This year I made a goal to stop and put the holidays on pause.
Every year, my family hosts our annual Christmas party. Instead of running around and making sure everyone was pleased with the decor of our house, impressed with the updated couches we purchased and appreciating the new plum wallpaper in the living room, I decided to take in every moment of what really makes Christmas wonderful. By hijacking my five senses, I saw my families priceless expressions when surprised with gifts, I felt my cousin’s smooth hair as he excitedly opened a coloring book, and smelled my mom’s frosted bunt cake cooking in the oven.
We can all agree that the holidays are a sensory overload. If we try our best to stop and reflect on what we want to get out of the holidays each year, our genuine excitement for the holidays can somehow be rekindled. We spend so much time living above our shoulders, letting our minds wander and strip power away from the present moment.
This year I took thirty seconds to look around and silently observe. I saw all that I have to be thankful for: my grandparents health, my brother being home from college, my sister laughing, my boyfriend hugging me and expressing his love. 30….29….28….27….26…. Counting down in my mind and breathing. Taking in every moment. This is life. Right now. 2018, December 25. Enjoy it.
