A Country Girl's Writing

    Today I opened up my old writing notebooks looking for inspiration. Out of my 11 books, I found something that hit me hard in book #1. It gave me a glimpse into my 12-13-year-old self and how I used to cope with life. I essentially lived in my head. I decided to rewrite the piece from the view of my 20-year-old self. I'll show you the original and the one I wrote today.  12-13-year-old self:  "I feel so happy in my mind,  And I can't understand why.  I am so excited in every way To be free and happy. The days are bright and I am light And glad to be a part of them.  But when I'm sad I feel so bad  The days just drag me down. The days are gloomy to see me now That I am now downhearted."  20-year-old self: I feel so happy in my mind, Hiding from my daily life.  It seems so freeing at the present, Then later sad and unrealistic.  Days in my mind seem bright and light  Until reality sets in.  I felt so happy in...

Our cozy apartment was a stepping stone. One that fit our needs, And that I turned into our home.  The house we now reside in, Is another stepping stone, That I can't wait to make our own.  Written by Evelyn Creon 

Dust on the cabinets,  Tables, and chairs Is made up of mostly dead skin cells; I hear.  Written By Evelyn Creon

Close your eyes,  Let's pretend  We're close together, So when we're far apart  We can close our eyes and smile.  Written by Evelyn Creon

  Today I did a thing, I haven't done in a while.  I put myself first when the sun rose. I read a couple books, washed my hair,  Cleaned my room, and did my nails.  Today I face the world With a grateful, and happy outlook on life. Tomorrow might be different, and that is alright.  Today, I woke up and told the world,  That, "Today is my day!"   Written by Evelyn Creon

      Since Valentine's Day was yesterday, I am going to do something a little different. I have wedding photos I'd like to share with my readers.      A little backstory: I got married last August in one-hundred-degree weather. It was my dream wedding, everyone that came said, they felt welcome and enjoyed themselves. One of my amazing friends was my wedding coordinator so I didn't have to worry about a thing. I was able to completely unplug the entire day, had no sense of time whatsoever (my maid of Honor was amazing and stayed on top of the time.) The woman that made my cake and arranged all my flowers, made her first official wedding cake for my parents 21 years ago. Big thank you's to all of my relatives, they set up the entire wedding and made all the food.      I could not have asked for a more memorable wedding and moving away party ever. It was such a blessing to be able to have all the important people in my life there.  ...

"Do you ever dream?"  A little girl with a basket asked me one day.  "Once upon a time I think. Life doesn't have time  For such childish games, So I haven't dreamed in a while."  "I dream all the time,"  The girl announced,  "That I am on an adventure!  Whenever life tries to drag me down  I pretend I'm growing flowers."  "What type of flowers do you grow?"  The little girl smiled with joy.  "Flowers that spread love, peace,  Laughter, happiness, and thankfulness.  Flowers from alien planets,  Gems, and beautiful memories. The flowers I grow make people happy,  And you seem to need a couple." The girl pulled two flowers from her basket And put it in my grubby old hands.  My wrinkled old face smiled, As the girl skipped down the street.  "Oh, the joys of being young again." I whispered under my breath.  Written By Evelyn Creon