As I sit on my bed looking around the room of my childhood I realize this room while comforting no longer holds the same importance (for lack of a better word) it once did.  Then I realize I’ve grown up, maybe not entirely, but I have matured.  This doesn’t mean I’m not still creative or don’t have childlike qualities but I don’t need this space as much as I once did.  It’s a very bittersweet feeling.

These last few days at home have felt very strange, I can only liken it to visiting a favorite place and realizing while you’re at the same location the place itself has changed so much it’s not the same.

Tomorrow I go to Alabama to visit my sick/recovering great-grandmother and as happy as I am to see her, for the first time in 6-7 years & for what could possibly be the last time, I clearly remember how boring Montgomery,  Alabama is.  It’s not where I would want to spend my Thanksgiving break and I say that in the bluntest, most honest way possible.  But I think when it’s all said and done, I will be glad I went.  Also sometimes we have to do things not because they are “super fun” but because they are necessary 🙂

What else…hmm..my life is very stressful right now, but more because I am letting things pile up thus am creating more dark corners where the stress monsters can hide out.  It seems like everything from relationships, to schoolwork, to family, to an old, plain & simple fear of change and not needing old things anymore is colliding.

Currently I’m having more than writer’s block, something I’m usually able to cure by simply writing, I’m having writer’s depression (does that exist or did I make that up?).  It’s not that I cannot write rather all the things in my life are preventing me from sitting down and writing because every time I do, I get distracted/my thoughts run off in other directions.

The Solution = I need to get my personal life in order, usually I’m able to separate the personal from the professional or at least turn the personal issues into fuel for the professional but this time that’s not happening.

Or maybe it’s as simple as stopping trying and doing.  Again, it’s not that I can’t write (haha, I’m doing that now), it’s just that I can’t write about what I want to write about.  Also I’m restless, writing is the one thing I have done all my life (with some minor/major long breaks during some rough patches in my past).  But writing has been the solution to all of my problems…what happens when THE solution or the cure no longer works???

Or maybe I’m thinking too much, my dad has said before that I like to think I’m deeper than I really am, he has been right in the past, he probably is now…

…Okay well I’m giving myself until December 1st…that’s the night of my literary society’s (like sororities with more of an academic focus) formal.  Now off to doing…wish me luck 🙂

How do you solve your personal/professional problems???

Whimsically Yours,


Things Harry Potter Taught Me


If there can be said to be one book series that has truly influenced/influences my life it is the Harry Potter Series.

I like many grew up reading Harry Potter. I will never forget the first time I read and watched The Sorcerer’s Stone . I used to preorder the books so that I could get them as soon as they released. I love reading but never have I ever waited with so much anticipation for another set of books.


I used to wish I would get my letter every day, long after my eleventh birthday has passed. Luckily for me my college has its own Platform 9 3/4 and has rooms that remind me of Hogwarts so I am content.

For some time now I have wanted to write down all of the things Harry Potter taught me but that would take forever. Thankfully I found these images while searching the web, although they do not cover everything what they do say is enough.

Literally and metaphorically Harry Potter is the kind of book series that can change a child’s life. It is the kind of series that if read well will teach you everything you need I know.

Because of Harry Potter, I will never forget that there is no post on Sundays. I remember the first time I read that and every Sunday since then, I have whispers to myself with a smile that there is no post on Sundays.

Our lives may not be perfect and we may not live forever but I truly believe that if we follow the lessons of Harry Potter not only will we do great things but we may just learn to live a little as well.


Mischief Managed,

Growing Up

Never Ever Ever Grow Up…you can mature, actually please do but don’t grow up. There are already too many grown ups who aren’t following their dreams or who are immature what the world needs is more people who remembers what it’s like to be young 🙂

Whimsically Yours,

The Serious Butterfly

“Too many people grow up. That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don’t remember what it’s like to be 12 years old. They patronize, they treat children as inferiors. Well I won’t do that.”

 – Walt Disney

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A Family Life

Uniquely ordinary is the name of this teen blog yet in my opinion this teen blogger is far from ordinary.

What we know about her: she has a rare eye condition that has made her blind from birth.

In this post she blogs about her nocturnal life using figurative and literal language to represent her love for the night as well as her fears about leaving her family’s home and finding her own way through the darkness.

Whimsically yours,


Sometimes I really hate being a hormonal teenager

In this post by Bookworm1204, the emotions that teenagers go through are talked about. You can really tell the author’s frustration, it is a frustration that all teens go through: we cannot understand why, even though adults have once been where we now stand, they act like we are some foreign substance or some illness that needs to be cured.

This is a beautifully honest post. As someone who is currently 19 and about to leave my teen years behind, I often wonder will I change?

It’s interesting because at every birthday I always wake up and ask myself if I feel any different. I hardly ever do, and if that’s the case the your age really doesn’t matter. I’ve been in a room full of people older than me and felt like I was the oldest one there, and I’ve been in a room full of people younger than me and felt like I was the youngest one there.

So will I change…probably not, if I do it won’t be because I am one year older, it will be because I wish to change myself.

Never forget: just because someone is younger than you doesn’t mean they are not wise and that you cannot lean something from them.

And remember that just because someone is older doesn’t mean they are all knowing, we should always respect our elders, but no one knows everything.

Whimsically Yours,


Bookworm1204's Blog

Sometimes I love being a teenager. Being in synch, little to care about, great parties, life, etc. But sometimes its awful. And when it gets bad… It gets really bad.

Because we’re teenagers, we have such a variety of emotions. These jumbled emotions that we can’t make head or tails of. Those depressive days or moments when life sucks for no reason whatsoever. When we can’t come to terms with our emotions. When we just want to crawl under a blanket and never come out. Or when we want to punch something… Or someone. Or even sometimes break down into tears. Its difficult and confusing to keep such emotions in check. And it feels like adults don’t really get it at all. As if now that they’re over their teenage years and discovered a better life after 18, they wanna just throw it in our faces: they’ve gone through that-and…

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