Making History at 19

Due to this pandemic, many individuals have had to celebrate their birthdays in quarantine, yet I never expected I would be one of them.

When last year I spent my eighteenth birthday playing in my last high school orchestra concert, I thought I’d always have next year to have a big pool party! But, the world had other plans.

As the city was only just beginning the process of reopening, and with only days until May 3rd, we decided it was best to party from home!

I started my day by, of course, getting glammed up to go nowhere!

Then, we got to get creative with my birthday cake. We decided on a vanilla cake that we attempted to dye purple. This proved to be harder than we thought. Luckily we had cream cheese frosting, that we dyed pink, to top it off. As for birthday candles, we forgot them, so we had to improvise. But, I have to admit, I was impressed with the way that it turned out. Not only did it look good, but it was tasty too!

My only wish this year was that the world soon heal from this, so that we can step outside unafraid and hug our friends again.

My day was filled with love and gratitude as I was surrounded by family, and was still able to talk with my loved ones that could not be with me.

I’m glad I have this blog post as documentation of such strange times in our world. Never did I ever imagine that by simply staying home, l’d be making history at 19.

Enough

In society a girl is expected to make something of her life, if she fails, she’s often made to feel like she’s not enough.

Music is my escape, but once I learned how to create my own melodies, soon it just wasn’t enough

Finally, I had enough.

I needed to explore the boundless world of creativity, I had to understand that to others you won’t always be enough.

I’m often overwhelmed by my racing ideas, even still I fear I don’t have enough

Of my chosen path I was for so long uncertain, but I began to write down all that my lips had yearned to mutter, and now I can’t get enough.

Finally I am, enough.

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I had the hardest time trying to come up with an idea of what to write about for this week’s post. Like usual, I came up with one idea in the middle of the night. I wrote down the word “enough” in the notes in my phone and went to sleep. My idea for the post was what you have now read. But, in the days leading up to today I was still so unsure of what I had written. Then, I came across these posts:

I knew then that what I had written was more than enough.