Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words | Uncertainty.


In life, I am faced with choices. Some I later regret in life. Like dating that boy who Mom hated, but I did what I wanted anyway and ended up with a broken heart and an “I told you so.” Seriously, always listen to Mom. She knows best. I wish I knew this when I was younger. Some we look back on and laugh and wonder how we ever thought that was a good idea. But each decision I made taught me a lesson: a lesson of life, of love, of friendship…

The feeling of uncertainty overwhelms me often. I do not like uncertainty. But my curiosity usually gets the best of me. I see a tunnel, not knowing there it leads, but I’m going to wander down it anyway. More often than not, I regret it. Sort of. I regret not knowing better, yet, at the same time, I knew deep down that I needed to learn something. I don’t give my self-conscious enough credit. It teaches me lessons I didn’t know I needed to learn. I dated people who I know were bad for me. But I wanted to feel accepted. I wanted to belong. No one wants to be single. No one wants to be the one at the dance sitting at the table in the corner, hoping no one comments on the solidarity, because she didn’t have a date to the dance. Nope. Nope, definitely not talking from experience… nope. So, I’d walk down the darkened path, holding hands, but not too tight: tight enough to know I wasn’t alone, but loose enough to let go once I knew I deserved better. My Reason kicked in eventually.

I never wanted someone to define me.  It was easy to walk in the dark down a mysterious path with someone. I knew there would be an exit at the other end. I didn’t know when, and I didn’t know where, but I knew it would be there. I knew it would show up at some point, so I always looked for the exit.

Life has been an incredible unpredictable journey. Bruises and scars define my life, but they do not restrict my journey. And sometimes, life just might surprise you. And you might just fall in love and find someone to hold onto tightly without thinking about letting go.

Everyday is a journey. Embrace it.

Daily Prompt: The Sincerest Form of Flattery | Papers


I decided to do a photograph for today via the Daily Prompt: “Copies.”


Here in these binders, you will find every paper, story, poem, story outline, or one liners I thought were important. It’s entertaining, yet strangely satisfying knowing that I’ve developed some skills, to look back and reread ones I wrote — probably frantically — back in high-school and wonder how I thought any of that material was worth writing about. At some point, I hope to revisit the material, that is, if I can get over the paltry ramblings. 

Wine will be a must. 

These are some other entries you should check out. It is a mixture of writing and photos. Enjoy!
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Sometimes The Beauty Of One Is Enought
A Nice Place To Write (Short Fiction)
With Desired Effects…

You Want Me To Put What WHERE??

(Rated PG)

Everyone who has been near me or called me over the last few days knows that at any moment, I might cough up a lung. Thirty minute coughing spells consumed my life.

There is one positive outcome to these horrendous amounts of coughing fits I find myself in… abs. Yup. An ab workout. I mean, I wouldn’t really recommend making out with the first person you find hacking up a lung, but this has been brutal – in all the best ways – for my abs! My abdominals are literally sore. Or maybe this is just a sign to kick start my workouts? Hmmm. Maybe my body IS trying to tell me to lay off the wings and the pizza and the beer.

But it’s football season! (Well, WAS until today.)

So back to my story. By Saturday, my boyfriend came home from work with a bag of stuff from Walgreens. I was pretty excited for some cough medicine. I needed it. HE needed it mostly. I wouldn’t want to hear someone cough and cough and cough. That gets annoying. I even annoyed myself.

I rummaged around the Walgreens bag and find some dark chocolate inside. Sweet! Chocolate! He loves me!  But I didn’t see any cough medicine. I found a little container of Vicks Vapor Rub. What the heck? I picked it up and looked puzzled.
“You rub some of it onto your feet, let it soak in, then put socks on. It’s supposed to help your cough. Someone at work told me.”

I mean, how does that even make sense?? Rubbing something on my FEET to help my COUGH?? My feet are the furthest parts of my body from my throat. PLEASE TELL ME HOW THIS MAKES SENSE??

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

Immediately, I text my mother.

Vicks 1. Megan 0.

I texted a girlfriend of mine. Same response as my mom gave me.

Vicks 2. Megan 0.

This must be some kind of a joke. Josh must have some elaborate plan to fool me.

I texted a guy friend…

Vicks 3. Megan 0.

Am I the only one who hasn’t heard of this??

I decided to amuse my boyfriend. Fine. I’ll play along. What’s the worst thing that could happen anyway? At least I’d have some fresh smelling feet! As if anyone will ever be that close enough to smell them.

My boyfriend and I put on Psych, and before I realized it, I wasn’t coughing.

Wait… what? It worked?

I’ve came to the conclusion that I didn’t even care whether it was mind over matter or some crazy explanation as to why this worked. I’m just glad it worked.

It’s okay to be proven wrong every once in a while. Keeps me in check.

Except now I have to exercise for real…

Dang it.