The ugly F

Daily Prompt: Naked with Black Socks

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There are times when I wonder if only I could go back to my early teens, a time when everyone said I had the gift of gab.

Well, as years passed, I began to recede back to my shell due to my self-conscious, perfectionism and occasionally naïve nature. I can’t really blame myself, it was a phase.

After that, for a very long time I was a reserved and introverted person, and that in return made me talk less, express my opinions less, and as a result, made what once was my favorite thing a nightmare.

I was petrified of speaking to a microphone whilst standing in front of an audience. I was scared I’ll make a mistake, scared I’ll sound nervous and all these preconceived notions would haunt me whenever I had to speak in front of a crowd. The thing that scared me the most was the idea of someone in the audience laughing at me if I made a mistake.

So when it came to addressing groups of people, I conveniently avoided the ones I couldn’t handle and took on the ones I could with nervousness hidden behind a big bright smile.

Nevertheless, I’ve been working on my shortcomings and there’s definitely been an improvement, because the only way we can overcome our greatest fear is to face it.

After all, it’s only false evidence appearing real.

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Daily Prompt: The Cat Says Meow

Write a story about yourself from the perspective of an object, thing, animal, or another person

Splashes of white and stokes of blue

A little bit of red to balance the hue

More black to cover errors and then left to dry

A little more yellow when it’s time to cry

 

A mountain

A field

A stormy cloud

Careful there, make sure the colors aren’t loud

 

A crown with colors of the rainbow

Decked with stars to give it a glow

Even though sometimes, things seem slow

I know the final piece will be the best in the show

 

Although, it isn’t done,

I know the best is yet to come.

This is my life an unfinished canvas

Now and forever, Candace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mountains, Fields, Storms, Rainbows and Stars

Daily Prompt: Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIX.

We never know what the future holds, but we can be prepared to face the inevitable. There’s nothing more imperative than learning how to walk your journey of life, that journey of a thousand miles.

Like some twenty-two year olds, I’m clueless about the future too, I’ve climbed mountains and I know that I’ll have to face uphill battles to get to me to the top.

Am I a dreamer? Absolutely, I dream big because life is too short not to.

That’s why I will come across fields, fields that will give me a vision as I walk towards the sun set. A flat plane that will put my body and mind at ease as I dream. Fields with blossoms to inspire me at dawn, sweet fragrances to keep me in a good mood reminding me that I have to keep walking.

Now, which walk is complete without a storm? That’s the time to find solace, a time to wait patiently, which we all do every now and then. This will remind me that there’s a time for everything while everything happens for a reason.

After a storm, there’ll be a rainbow, the sign of a promise, assurance that God is with me and it’s time to walk out in faith.

The sky is the limit and if you can go that far you can shine bright like a star.

I’ll never know what the future holds, but I can always be ready to face every mountain, dream at every field, cry hopelessly during every storm only to smile at every rainbow knowing that I can shine brighter than every star.

It’s not all about winning, it’s not all about losing either, it’s about how I face everything, how I learn from my mistakes, only to do them again and again and learn better.

It’s about how soon I get up when I fall, how I adapt to situations, adjust according to circumstances and attack my fears.

I’m sure, I will face all these in the future only to grow and be the better person that I should be.

Hemmingway was right

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Tell us about the last thing you got excited about — butterflies-in-the-stomach, giggling, can’t-wait excited.

When it comes to travelling there’s no crazier person but me, I’m so weird that the idea of getting on a plane excites me more than shopping. Which twenty two year old gets excited by the idea of having to sit in one spot for a long period of time over shopping? 

The last time I got excited and acted like a five year old was this summer, I had to accompany little Lulu to her grandparents in Paris and then to Brittany with her cousins for a two week vacation on the beach.

Paris was love at first sight, you know that heart liquescent feeling when you see a drop dead gorgeous guy. The excitement was so intense that I didn’t sleep some nights, but stare out of the window and just gaze at the Eiffel and oh la la how magnificent it looked. Hemmingway was right to call it a moveable feast.

Belle isle in Brittany was serene and the lack of tourists inland brought out its virgin beauty gloriously.

Never in my life had I been this excited. Tell me, how would you feel when the parents of the kid you babysit ask you to be the sole caretaker of their five year old for three weeks, sends you off on a paid trip to Paris and Belle isle plus pay you handsomely at the end of the trip?

Firstly, I was honored to know that these parents think so highly of me, and feel comfortable to send their kid with me.

Secondly, although it was a tiring job being the parent, friend, and entertainer for a five year old and her cousins, I had fun, it definitely made me contemplate my idea on having kids one day.

If you were to ask, who was the most delighted and delirious during the trip?

You’ll have a tie between the five year old and the twenty two year old.