Singers, Carriages, and Protests- Oh my! Part 1- (The Part with the Singers)

So, now that I’ve gotten back from disappearing into oblivion for a solid three months or so… I know that it’s time to *gasp* ACTUALLY post every week like I said I would do! In hind sight, I should have thought that through a little more. Although, how was I to know that some of the craziest months of my life would follow this silly proclamation of a blog schedule? Can’t blame a girl!

But I’m back, my dedicated little readers, and many an adventure has taken place in my time of absence. One day, in particular, sticks out from the rest.

What day am I talking about, you might be wondering? The day I went to none other than the Big Apple itself- New York City! And somehow, somehow, I survived. Oh, I know. I’m sure you’re very proud of me. I am aware I inherit impressive survival skills few people have acquired, no need to remind me!

Well, “excited” was an understatement when it came to describing my feelings for this trip. New York City would be my first ever major travel destination, and considering the fact that I want traveling to be a huge part of my future? This was a pretty big deal for me.

Not to mention, I’d be going with one of my best friends I’ve had since childhood and her equally lovely mom on this particular trip. I mean, that alone makes for a fun time!

After much anticipation, (I think a month’s worth of it), the date arrived and everyone was happy to get this show on the road. We loaded onto a bus at around 3 in the morning, tired and dragging, then drove for a consistent two hours before stopping at a Burger King for breakfast. After breakfast, which served as a great break from the bus, we loaded back on to travel the rest of the way!

The group arrived in New York at around 8 or 9..the details are a bit fuzzy considering I was half asleep from the bus ride. Even so, nothing in the world could have been so fascinating as the first few minutes entering the city. I looked out the window of the bus only to see building upon building reaching their fingertips to the sky. Yeah, yeah. Buildings don’t have fingertips. It’s a metaphor. Go with it.

I couldn’t wait to bounce right out of that bus and go exploring! We exited soon after, gathering in one big group of oblivious tourists on the sidewalk. I look up and the first thing that my eyes wash upon was the tallest and widest skyscraper I’d ever seen in my life. In a way, it was a humbling experience. Ya know that saying “everything’s bigger in Texas”? New York City would have been more accurate.

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The first few hours of the trip we spent merely trying to decode the subway’s very complex (to us) way of going about everyday life. To be someone from a small town walking into a subway…? Well, it’s the feeling of complete and utter stupidity of the world around you. Honestly, not even exaggerating. I just thank God I wasn’t alone, because then lil’ ol’ me would be lost in 2 seconds flat.

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a mural on the Subway I found striking

First stop was the Staten Island Ferry. Cool, right? Yes! It’s 100% cool, everything about it is cool: the waters, the Statue of Liberty, the gigantic boat!…But, just a warning, if you’re anything like I was that day, you’ll feel pretty queezy on what was probably the wimpiest boat ride you’ve ever taken. (Wimpy as in, the boat is going a snail’s pace, so you’d think you wouldn’t feel sick, but you still manage to). And this is coming from a girl that has been PARASAILING before. I am a walking oxymoron.

I don’t know. Perhaps the boat was too large for my liking, or perhaps it was because I ate three big Burger King pancakes in the morning…ahem. With a side of hash browns. BUT, one thing I knew for sure was that I felt queezy. I did, in fact, get to see Lady Liberty, though, so that made up for it for about 4.2 seconds! But sooner than later, the overwhelming Patriotism was squelched by the overwhelming nauseousness. Funny how that works.

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This is the view FROM the Staten Island Ferry. Trust me, I’m not in that little Coast Guard boat bobbing up and down. I couldn’t be that heroic, even if I tried. Plus it doesn’t help that the most skillful type of swimming I can do is the doggie paddle..
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Lady Liberty herself. Oh, look, she’s waving to us in the distance.

 

After the Staten Island Ferry, the three of us were very ready to sit somewhere to relax and eat. We all loaded onto the Subway, once again, in hopes of going to our next destination. Ellen’s Stardust Diner!

That’s not all, though. On the subway, we got to witness a very pleasant surprise. A group of five or six older fellows came from the front of the Subway and started singing oldies in a cool and collected harmony. I’m blown away at all the talent in New York City. I couldn’t get enough of it!

Something else that I have realized is that many of the native New Yorkers seemed to be numb to talent like this. They stare at their phones and pretend that these singers and musicians aren’t there. They missed out on their very own live performance.

Although, we all tend to make that mistake sometimes. We get so used to life and wrapped up in ourselves that we become indifferent to the beauty of every day. We neglect to look at even the little details  of life as a blessing, and in effect, we forget to live in the moment. We forget to appreciate things as they are, and the people around us that make life beautiful.

All said and done, the singers left the subway, and the three of us came to where we’d be eating. Ellen’s Stardust Diner!

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I had never been there till that very day, but now that I know what it’s like- the excitement, the spontaneity, the bustle, I will definitely be going back. That is one place that was very worth the wait.

What’s Ellen’s Stardust Diner? Well, it’s not like a regular ol’ restaurant you might be used to. Here, all their waiters and waitresses are aspiring Broadway actors, meaning they can sing, they can dance, they PERFORM as you’re eating! You literally get Broadway quality entertainment as you eat, which isn’t exactly what I’m used to in my usual form of establishments *ahem* McDonald’s.

So, to describe it a little better, there were two levels of tables and booths to sit at and enjoy the performances. Typically the performance was on the first floor, making it easier for everyone to see the star of the show!

My favorite part out of everything was that our very own waitress ended up performing in the end. And she was good! She circled by our table and took the mic away from her face for a split second to tell us, “Thanks for coming, guys!” Then there she went, continuing on in her awesomeness. You can be sure the coolness factor went up extensively after that..

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Unfortunately, we were only able to eat there for about thirty or forty minutes before hitting the road for the Radio City Music Hall, where we would be seeing the one and only Rockettes perform a Christmas show! (Yes, this was quite a few months ago, I should remind you)…

In addition to all that, we still had to take special precautions on the routes we were taking, since on that day there were Trump protests scheduled. This trip was very soon after the elections, which sparked an uproar in parts of the United States.

We had to walk a ways to get to the Music Hall, which was not that far, though. You see, the interesting thing about New York is that if you ever actually lived there, you would probably be the most fit person ever, just because of the simple fact that you have to walk EVERYWHERE. Wouldn’t be hard to rack up those steps on your trusty ol’ FitBit.

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The Rockettes ended up being phenomenal, as expected. They did more than I could ever do… especially because the most of the dancing I do is when I’m home alone with my music blasting. Ahem. I mean. What were we talking about again??

The most striking thing about it, though, was how very long the show was. I couldn’t imagine being in their shoes, doing show after show like that. It’d probably get old after a while. All the same, it was such a great and unique New York experience. I was amazed at all the glitz and glamour of many of these New York destinations.

Then there was the finale, and the room went to black…


 

Well, after careful inspection, thought, and the suggestion of a viewer, I feel as though it’d be a wise decision to break this already published post (which was admittedly as long as an unabridged Dictionary, sorry not sorry), into a few separate entries of the same series.

Not because of the tip given to me by someone, mind you, although that person did give me the good idea! Truthfully, I had my doubts about the length of the post to begin with, even addressing it at the end of the previously published post. But I know this arrangement will be much better for everyone involved. Me for simple organization- and for you, the kind and gracious reader- to make it more enjoyable reading!

Your trusty (and quite exasperated blogger) signing out,

Hannah

Reminders for the Valentine-less

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Hey, you. Yes. I’m indeed talking to you. The poor sap hugging that greasy Taco Bell bag, while scrolling pathetically through all those cute couples’ Valentine’s Day pictures on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, whatever your form of torture may be…oh. Wait. Was I was talking about myself again?..Well, I’m sure there’s more than just one person that can empathize with this scenario, so let’s continue.

This post is to my fellow Valentine-less people out there: I know you’ve probably gone the majority of the day thinking you’re a complete loser that’s never going to find someone (especially since I only just got around to posting this little piece of insight at 10 o’clock at night)….but hey. At least you’re going to be able to see this eventually.  And at least we’ll all gain some insight on what could have been a pretty discouraging day, overall.

Now…first thing we have in common? We are single on a day society particularly likes throwing it in our faces. But let’s not be bitter, shall we? Valentine’s Day is actually a very good thing, it just takes some patience, perspective, and survival skills that rival MacGyver’s. No biggie, right?!

Wrong.

But, look at it this way- all that doesn’t have to be a bad thing! As a kid at school said today, “Valentine’s Day is Independence Day for a single person!” Of course, we all thought it was a corny joke at the time, but ya know. I’m rolling with it.

So, to ease your pain a bit, let’s go over some of the very important and helpful reasons why it might actually be kinda sorta good thing that you’re still as single as a Pringle on Valentine’s Day this year! *insert timely cringe at my own jokes*

The Economic Benefits

Well, for starters, you didn’t have to go buy anyone chocolates today, now did you? So, yayy! You aren’t even more broke than you were before! God’s had mercy on you and especially on your wallet. Looks like you won’t have to resort to the life of a hobo just yet!

Less Stress

It’s funny…life is a lot less complicated when you only have to worry about yourself and your twelve cats.

But- joking aside, it is true. Some people go for years and years from person to person, not truly knowing who they are without someone else. I’m grateful that I have this time just for me, myself, and I to figure out who I am and what I need in someone else. Truth is, you’re just learning how to make it on your own. It’s a life skill that’ll always come in handy. Another reason why you should never down yourself for being single. You don’t need someone else to make you happy. If you think that way, you’ll be on a constant emotional roller coaster.

Cultivating Friendships

You won’t have the temptation to overlook all your friends for your significant other, which is something I see all too much.

Actually, this will cultivate friendships and you will have even more time for friends and family, which is always a good thing, as long as you pick the right people to spend your time with.

Pursuit of Dreams/ Less Distraction

And now that you have more time on your hands, what’s holding you back on that dream of yours? Time management is everything and positive thinking doesn’t hurt, either. Focus all that extra attention on what will take you far in life. So what if that person you were talking to probably doesn’t like you back? You’re stronger than letting that get to you and you’ll turn it into a great thing.

Ultimately, this could mean less distraction for schooling, for work, for life in general.

And…Last but Not Least! Preparation for Your Significant Other

Having that wait and anticipation for the perfect guy or girl to come into your life will make it that much more meaningful. Look at all the reasons I stated before…ALL of that is preparing you for that one person that’s going to turn your life upside down, in a good way.

So, don’t ever beat yourself up about being single. Even on Valentine’s Day. It stinks, but just remember- you never know who’s going to walk into your life, so be patient, and always remember to have a sense of humor about it!

Welp, folks. That’s about all the Valentine’s Day talk I can take for today! Thanks for reading and make sure to like, follow, comment, whatever you all feel like doing.

Your trusty blogger,

Hannah

Growth, Trees, and..what? Patience??

Hey, you! Yeahh, you. The one with that weird haircut and your eyes glued to the screen. Gosh. You look like you haven’t gone outside in months. Well, good news, couch potato! I definitely haven’t forgotten about you..although I wouldn’t blame you if you’d forgotten ME, at this rate.. Completely going off the blogging grid after posting an entry about my hopeful “blog schedule”? Ironic for even me, but seriously..

These last few months have been a roller coaster of ups and downs, and making time to post was nearly impossible. But no fear. I’ve still been writing! You guys just haven’t seen any of it yet. So, buckle your seat belts, folks. The silence is over, thank gosh. It was driving me a little crazy knowing I haven’t posted in so long, when I know I have more meaningful content to write than ever before.

This was written two days ago in the morning, looking out on the wonderful landscape of my high school Providence Christian Academy’s campus.

“The trees are winding and twisting every which way. They grow however they grow, effortlessly. Without a care in the world, they trust the tale of time to show them who they’ll be.

Patience. The tree has patience like no other. It cannot see itself growing. Actually, to HIM it seems like he’s forever rooted in one place. With no change to come.

But slowly, it realizes that there is meaning to the life even the smallest and the lowest of us are granted. Just takes trust.”

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These are some pictures I have taken at my high school’s campus last year, in the founding year of the school.

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But yes..I’m here to stay and have more content to come, including an entry of my relatively recent trip to New York City, around the time that the protests were going on.

In all the busy of these last few months, I’ve even gotten behind in reading what some of my favorite blogs have been posting! In the days and weeks and months to come, I will be working overtime. This isn’t something I’m going to give up on.

So, stick around for the ride..

Your lil ol’ blogger signing out,

Hannah

First Entertainer Blogger Award Nomination, Say What??

Welp. I guess you’ve heard that the rumors are true. I’ve won a Nobel Peace Prize…

Oh, wait. Ahem. Excuse me. I’ve apparently misspoken. That won’t come for another two weeks, at least! What I really meant to say is that I’ve won the “Entertainer Blogger Award”. There we go. Can’t slur our words, now, can we?

So, yes, the Entertainer Blogger Award. There’s just something about this award that makes it my favorite out of all the others. And the fact that one of my favorite bloggers nominated me for this? Well, that just instantly made it EVEN MORE fantabulous. You like my new word there? I made it myself.

To start this award off I want to give a HUGE thank you to the lovely writer of “Dear Lily June”. I 100% recommend this blog to my  readers and give it a big whopping Hannah Stamp of Approval. That wasn’t really a thing until now, but now that it IS a thing, you should be completely amazed that she got that honor. Just saying.

You can find her here at ( https://dearlilyjune.wordpress.com/ ) You will not be disappointed. It’s filled to the brim with raw and beautifully written letters to her daughter Lily June. She gives her wisdom and experience for anything that life will bring Lily June’s way.

Well, I guess it’s time to list the rules of the award!

  • Write a post including the award picture.
  • Nominate 12 other bloggers who are funny, inspiring, and most importantly ENTERTAINING.
  • Add these rules to the post.
  • Thank the person who nominated you and leave the link to their blog!
  • Also, answer the questions down below.

These are the questions I have been asked:

1.) Why did you start to blog in the first place?

In the wise words of my “About” page, I shall answer this question.

“…you might want to know, “Why did you create this blog, Hannah?”

and I’d have to say, “Oh, that’s EASY. I created this blog to solve world hunger and win the Nobel Peace Prize, all by next Tuesday!”

And if you don’t believe THAT little trinket of knowledge, I’ll give you a second answer: I created this blog as another outlet to express myself through my writing. While being an author is my ultimate goal for the future, I am perfectly content at the moment using this blog to expressing my thoughts and opinions. We’ll see what happens from there!

2.) What is your favorite book?

I like all kinds of books. Although, I’ve been super into political/detective thrillers lately. It’s an exciting genre to read (and WRITE) !

3.) What do you hate the most?

When people think they have to be perfect to be of any importance *cough* *cough* me when I was younger *cough*

So, yeah. Embrace those flaws, people.

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4.) What is your favorite food item from the mall?

SOFT PRETZELS FROM AUNTIE ANNE’S.

I’m convinced they are the cure to 99.9% of life’s ailments.

Okay, okay, okay. They cure hunger. That is all.

5.) What is your favorite past time activity?

I’m a firm believer that even whenever you’re not doing anything, you can at least be doing something. What does this mean? If I’m ever watching some pointless video on the internet or a movie on Netflix I’m either crocheting or drawing, as well.

Another thing? Duhh. Writing! Writing is a passion of mine so you can always expect me to be writing something, in one way or another.

Now, here’s the REAL hard part. Nominating all you entertainers out there deserving of this award! I may not nominate all 12 that it says to nominate, but I definitely will nominate a few new blogs that I have come across that I’m really taking a liking to.

( https://ysobelluna.wordpress.com/ ) Her beautiful photography and writings concerning her travels inspire and ignite the wanderlust inside. I just recently found her blog no more than a month ago and I’m already sooo in love with it. So, Ysobel, you’ve gained another dedicated reader, my friend.

( https://dineandrhymeblog.com/ ) This is such a cute little blog! I just LOVE the idea behind it- it is truly unique and she executes this with such skill (and great poetry)!! So, if you like food and if you like poetry, go check this out. It’s worth it!

Those will be all my nominees for now..Hopefully, I didn’t forget anyone. I didn’t want to nominate people that I have nominated before for an award, so I need to go explore and find some more awesome blogs to follow that are worthy of awards!

Till next time!

Hannah

The Post that Started it All (Celebrating Wordsmith Observation’s One Year Anniversary!)

Well, folks. I see you’re still here one year later listening to my rambling “entertainingness” as described in my “About” page. I applaud you for sticking around for all the fun. I feel like you guys deserve a reward or something… so I’ll just give you a compliment and say that if this blog was a plane, you’d be sitting in the VIP section. What can I say? You’re just that special.

Well, now that you are comfortably lounging in your metaphorical VIP seating, I will go a bit more in-depth with this post. A few weeks ago, I got a notification on WordPress saying, “Eyyy, bro! You’re blog is having its first b-day! Congrats. You da bomb.” I mean, more or less that’s what they said. WordPress and I are super tight.

Okay, truthfully, I wasn’t even really planning on doing anything for a one-year celebration, but last minute, (*ahem* five minutes ago) I decided to  bring my blog back to its roots by displaying to my faithful readers the post that started it all. It’s kinda fun looking back on it, actually. So, why not? Let’s dive in.

 

A New School, Plus Chocolate Chip Cookies

 

“My dad founded a school for orphaned and vulnerable children.

Oh, I know what you guys are thinking, but sorry to burst anyone’s bubble… no super-human qualities in sight. Oh, I know. Very disappointing!

But, just hold up a second. We’ll get back to my dad’s lack of spidey senses in a minute. Right now I want to talk to you about something else…

Somehow, in this day and age, people think that being realistic is the absolute bomb. When really, it just blows up in their faces. See what I did there? Hahaha, so punny! I crack myself up.

Well, what these “realists” are preaching is that they’re the sensible ones. Let’s be real, though, do you think that if Abraham Lincoln, that grew up in a cramped little cabin in the middle of Tim Buck Three, had restricted himself to what was realistic, would he currently be a huge statue in Washington, D.C.? Or on that mountain called RUSHMORE? Don’t think so. Instead of being like, “Don’t dream, you get hurt.” He’s like, “Let’s rise up from this pit to be the best human being alive…plus, let’s throw honesty into the mix. Why not? Sounds good.”

But if you do take my advice to be like Lincoln, which you totally should, don’t get shot at a theater. Stay away from theaters. Just opt for Redbox. It’s cheaper, anyway.

Now, some people doubted the opening of this school. Some think, or even communicated, “Oh, that’s nice, but people don’t just open up schools.” In two years my dad’s aspirations of Providence Christian Academy became a reality. You’ve got to realize that with hard work the things that you thought you could never do, could only be a decision away.

So if your dream in life is that you want that last chocolate chip cookie in the cookie jar, and it’s gone when you go out to the kitchen…there may be some complications, but don’t immediately give up. You’ll get the cookie eventually. Don’t let anything get in the way of that cookie! If you’re out of chocolate chips, go to the store. If your siblings keep stealing the cookies, slap them. (JUST KIDDING! Don’t, I repeat, DON’T slap them). If you can’t bake whatsoever, make someone else bake them for you.

See, there’s always a way to your goals. You know, unless your goal is something physically impossible like, “when I grow up, I want to be a chicken!” Sorry to break it to you, but no amount of hard work will ever make you a chicken.

In essence, if you’re a person being restricted by the realists or the pessimists, don’t fall for their negativity. Being a realist is just a nice way of calling yourself a pessimist. Of course, you need to be REALISTIC about certain things, it’s called common sense. Because no amount of positivity will save you if you scream, “I can fly!” and jump off a cliff.

What I’m saying is the truth…you should never limit yourself, or box yourself in by society’s standards. For example, society says all teenagers are incompetent fools who don’t have enough sense in their bodies to do anything impressive. What they don’t realize is that before World War II there wasn’t any such term as “teenager”. You were either an adult, or you weren’t, which forced kids to grow and take on maturity.

“Teenagers” are the product of this society. Kids see how teens act and naturally think, “Oh, I can just do nothing whatsoever and goof off for six years.” Trust me, I remember being a little kid. All we thought about was growing up or what we’ll be like when we’re teenagers. When they see the big kids acting this way, it suddenly seems fine to follow. It’s just the cultural norm. Then the circle of immaturity continues,  especially when some continue in their childish ways into adulthood.

Of course, going against the grain will be very tough. For everyone, not just teens. People may call you a little naive, or maybe a dreamer for not being satisfied with mediocrity. Come on, though, it’ll be so worth it in the end. Even if you don’t get that chocolate chip cookie, you’ve grown from the experience.

All in all, don’t worry. You definitely don’t have to go the journey alone. Do you think a school came to be without LOADS of amazing, wonderful, and encouraging people (plus God!) working toward this end goal? Nope! Our family has had tons of friends, family, and random donators that have helped this mission, and honestly, it wouldn’t be the same without those people. I’m looking at you, Barb Clark (the wonder librarian…and music teacher, and secretary some days), Mrs. Nancy Peckman (my former second grade teacher that is a legend in the classroom), Mrs. Hussack (my mentor and another magnificent teacher for kids who have special needs), Mrs. Fitzpatrick (our art teacher that made the RENAISSANCE interesting to us), and Mrs. Bookamer (our wonderful secretary that comes in few days a week to help us, she does a fantabulous job!) thank you to all you wonderful  human beings.

Man, it was such a bad choice to start listing people. I can’t possibly list everyone! So, thank you, EVERYONE that has played a part. Grace Baptist Church, you’ve played a huge part, as well.

So the ultimate lesson here is to never let people step on your fire; instead, blaze your own trail. But, really, don’t give up on those chocolate chip cookies. They’re worth it.

…Dang it. Now I want cookies.

Your trusty unorganized blogger signing off! (Because I’ve written entirely too much, sorry not sorry.)

Hannah ”

Yaaay! Guys! Thanks so much for reading and celebrating this exciting 1-year mark with me.

Stick around. We’ve got a lot more fun left to go!

Until next time,

Hannah

Hoodies, Apple Cider, and Campfires Galore (A Welcoming to Fall)

“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and Autumn was awakened.”

Raquel Franco

It’s no surprise that I’m just a little bit happy completely PSYCHED for fall, and seeing as how last week was officially the first day of this lovely season, it’s only appropriate to have an appreciation post, no?

But first, Imma be real with you. Fall hasn’t always had the same attraction to me as it does now. Actually, I never really had much of an opinion on the season until I had gotten older. I’m an only child (except for an adoptive brother that moved out very early in my life) so fall wasn’t highlighted by stories of raking leaves and jumping in with all 11 of my siblings. It was more or less just cold weather and pumpkins…and lots of em.

However, over the years, by and by, I’ve developed a real and deep appreciation for fall in all its glory. It’s easy to say I’ve slowly fallen in love with everything it has to offer. I love the crisp leaves that rustle underneath my shoes as I walk, I love the rich splendor and color that meet my eyes as I walk outdoors, I love how nature falls in the most beautiful way possible during this time and I’m left in awe.

There is so much to be happy about if you take the time to appreciate the little things. There’s fresh apple cider during a good barn party, the pies that you and your friends will make together, the sports game you will watch in the evenings while bundled up in a fuzzy blanket to lessen the cold, and it just seems like the world starts to slow down for a bit, even if for the slightest amount of time, in the fall. You get to appreciate aspects of life a lot more.

Let’s go ahead and list a few more of my favorite parts of fall that we can look forward to in the up and coming months.

Ahem..

#1 – Thanksgiving (I live in the United States)

For real, though, do I even really have to elaborate on this one?? Just the thought of Thanksgiving is making my mouth water. Pies, stuffing, casseroles, yeah. You get the picture. It’s one big fiasco of good eating, especially in my family, that has country roots. I’m convinced that growing up in the country helps homemaking skills.

#2 – Chilly Weather!

Alright. You can stop giving me that look. I’m feeling the judgment radiating through the screen before I even publish this! I know that chilly weather isn’t always that much fun at the time, but compared to our summer scorch fests, I’d take a fuzzy scarf and beanie any day over slowly boiling in Vitamin D, thank you very much.

#3 – Scented Candles

I’m sincerely sorry. I’m going to give the common girl answer (don’t worry, there will be more of those to come!) and say scented candles. Because, really, who can’t resist the smell of sugar cookies and pumpkin pie wafting from a melted wax? Name the person, and I will be shocked.

#4 – Cappuccinos

See? I warned you. We’ve got another cliche answer on our hands, ladies and gents. You know what, though? I’m going to own it and wear this cliche answer with pride. Cappuccinos in the fall time = the perfect combination. The cold weather mixed with a good steaming cup of joe is the BEST way to start the day off right.

#5 –  Campfires

Fall is one of the best times of the year to do campfires with friends and family. Why? Well, my friends, I’ll tell you…by fall, all the evil little mutant bugs that enjoy making our lives miserable will be dying off *YAY* and bug bites become much less common. This makes for a much happier Hannah when it comes time to gather round the fire and tell scary stories.

#6 – MY BIRTHDAY!

Eyyy, well lookie there. My birthday is in fall, too! And if that’s not a reason to like fall at least a little more, I don’t know what is!

#7 – The Beautiful Foliage

As I said before, nature is at one of its most beautiful parts of Autumn. Photography will be a cinch since everywhere you look the world will be your own personal canvas of color to capture.

Well, it’s ten o’clock at night as I am writing this, and I think I’ve officially finished up with my little nod toward fall. I know this isn’t what I normally write (I normally don’t write in list format)…only if it’s an award post, but trust me, I’m getting used to junior year’s work and am starting to have much more time for blogging. So, hold on to your seats, folks! There will be more material to come very soon

What are some of YOUR favorite parts of Autumn? List them all down in the comment box! I would be curious to see everything!

In conclusion, thank you sticking around to read through this lil’ ol’ welcoming to fall. I wish you all a very lovely day and a HUNDRED cappuccinos and bonfires in your near future!

What?! It’s the best blessing I could fathom.

Until next time,

Hannah

 

 

I Would’ve.

This Thursday (four days ago) was meant to be the day of my young writer’s conference in Philly.

The day before, I woke up, just like any other day, but I woke with the distinct knowledge that I would be traveling three hours away to attend this conference at a university filled with professional writers, publishers, editors, and the likes. There I would learn, socialize with other writers, and show my hard work to a real-life editor for review and discussion on how to move forward with this passion and career (*eek! Yes! Career!) of mine. That’s some pretty exciting things for a sixteen-year-old.

So, yeah. But, listen here. I’m warning you. Before you get too jazzed up about this writer’s conference deal…*ahem. You know when your teachers say, “Don’t procrastinate. You’re gonna die” and you’re like- “OKAY! I’m going to do this right away so I won’t die!” That was me….the first twenty-four hours of having the book.

But WOE IS ME! Hannah, what were you thinking??

You’re probably quite familiar with the cycle, as well. What cycle, you ask? The dreaded cycle of procrastination. You say to yourself, “Oh, golly gee! I have so much time to do this MANDATORY READING that I don’t have a care in the world as of now!” And there you go, skipping through a field of wildflowers, licking an over-sized lollipop while completely and utterly happy with your clear disillusionment to reality.

Fast forward to the last three/four days before the conference: Hmmm. We see a very stressed out sixteen-year-old girl wringing her hands in despair. Oh, goodness me! Whatever shall she do?!

Yeah. You get the picture. When I woke up Wednesday morning, I still had half the book left to read and a little more of my writings to jot down in my new fancy journal. By that time I was pretty stressed out. I hadn’t really been nervous at all about the conference the days before, just about the reading. I was so excited about everything other than that.

Because this a new chapter in life for me! Heh heh. Chapter. Get it?

Oh gosh. How do you people deal with me?

But really, I’m confident in my ideas and my writing. It was just the principle of it all. Not being finished with the reading, not being finished writing down the WRITING! I still hadn’t packed! So, of course, Wednesday morning I was completely stressing. How was I ever going to get things done in an orderly fashion? Plus, going three hours away to a place I’ve never been before, without knowing one single person in the university was not necessarily in my comfort zone. That just kinda added to everything.

After a few minutes wigging out, I tell my parents, “I’m not going. I can’t possibly get all this done.”

I justified it to myself by repeating these things in my head, You’ll go next year. By then, you’ll have more material to show and your ideas will be even better! You don’t want to go when you’re stressed, anyway. You don’t want to. 

I started believing it, too!

All in all, I was psyching myself out big time. I was feeling the pressure and I wanted to bail. In reality, I could get it done. I’ve been ready to meet with a professional in the writing business for a while now! I could do it!

What was I even thinking? Why was I limiting myself  because of a few little setbacks? I was going! I made up my mind right then and there. Because if you want to do anything worthwhile in life you have to jump in head first.

I marched up to my mother and I tell her, “I’m going.” I turned my mind around completely, doing a full 180 for the betterment of myself. I knew good and well how important this was to me.

She looks at me and says….

“Sorry, Hannah. We won’t be able to go this year.”

HA you should see the look on your face! Not the answer you were expecting, eh?

Well, as it turns out, our dog, Millie, a little four-year-old rat terrier miniature pinscher mix that has glaucoma in her eye wasn’t feeling particularly well. Her eye was being especially painful for her that morning and we didn’t feel comfortable leaving her for that long trip.

But you know what? I felt so much better knowing that I had the guts to put my foot down and set my mind to go on that trip. I wasn’t going, but having that determination made all the difference for me to still feel good about everything.

Like it says in the title, at least I knew I would’ve. I don’t want to make this into a preachy lesson or a cheesy little inspiration for you. I’m just putting it out there for the future, for me and for others to remember.

And guess where I’m going next August? You can bet I’m walking straight into that young writers’ conference in Philly to learn, grow, and thrive in the area that I love most.

Signing out,

Hannah

 

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