I didn’t have access to a pen and paper. No ink blots were to be left as stains on my hands and parchment. There were no sticky notes around, no computers or phones to type with, and no notepads to doodle in. It was then that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to think.
At times, the only way I can dissect and delineate my thoughts is to write them down. I’ll have vague ideas in my head, stories sitting on the edge of my tongue, but no way of describing what’s bouncing around inside my head through word of mouth. (more…)
I had a read a text riddled with anxiety and worry. The words pushed for a more detailed answer and begged for better news. “We have plenty of time,” I texted my best friend, “the wedding is months away.”
My friend quickly typed back as if to shake me back into reality from a distance. “Yeah, but it’s already May.”
May? What had happened to the rest of the year? One moment I was thinking about the end of February, and within the next blink of an eye it was the end of May. I had so many other things that I had planned to do by the end of the year, and the world was already spinning into the second half of the calendar. (more…)
The first 10 notes of Beethoven’s Fur Elise rang from my phone notifying me that I had received a text message. I unlocked the iPhone that had been decorated with a brand new navy blue and rose-gold case and read the message to myself.
“Jas!” I could feel the shock and excitement emanating out from behind the words that I was reading. “Catching up on some of your blog posts and ‘A Collection of Memories’ had completely inspired and touched me!”
I don’t think that I was able to wrap my head around what she was trying to tell me. Clearly my friend wasn’t referring to any of the posts on my blog. However, I responded with appreciation for the kind words. (more…)
I let my fingers fall as they lightly tapped the computer keys on the black plastic board. I was quickly trying to finish up some work before leaving the office in the next couple of hours when the first, of some of the most horrific texts, came trickling in.
Someone from an ongoing group message I was in asked us to keep her sister and her husband in our thoughts and prayers as they were in Paris right then. She had let us know that there had been multiple terrorist attacks around the city and that there more were happening.
She quickly pushed out frantic messages in our message stream. “There are at least 30 dead and hostages have been taken. We haven’t heard from them and my parents are freaking out.”
A low gasp had emitted from under my breath as I changed my computer window to a Twitter stream of the trending hashtag, Paris. Some of my friends that were posting online hadn’t heard from their family or loved ones either, and some friends from the Palm Springs area spoke about one of their local bands also being held hostage at a concert that was taking place in the city.
The next batch of texts rolled in. (more…)