You grab my hands when I have fallen,
pick me up when I am to weak to walk on my own, when I think of you, I think of laughter that we've shared, the inside jokes that only we know, the late night phone calls, thank you for being there when I felt lost, for leading me to better opportunities, for helping me make decisions that were ultimately better in the end, Thank you for everything.
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It all began three years ago..
The girl so desperately wanted to play an instrument. One by one, instrument after instrument... nothing seemed to fit. That was, until she eyed the cello in the back corner. She sat down as the cello was placed against her. The smooth wood curved and arched wonderfully as she felt the strong metal strings. It was a perfect fit! All this time she was trying to finish the puzzle, only by putting pieces together that did not fit. She plucked it's strings and pulled the bow cautiously. all the pieces were set in stone. She was going to play the cello. It was a rocky road at the start, but she learned with time and soon she was playing her final concert. Soon after, she said her goodbyes to the instrument, her final days of playing the cello were here. She waved goodbye with a gentle smile as she closed a door of her life temporarily. Oh how she could go back. Being strong is a hard thing to write about, since I haven't had anything super hard or terrible to go through. I have it easy compared to some people.I guess being strong is not necessarily a physical thing but more of a mental thing in life. I've had friends sink so far down, it was hard to pull them back up without sinking down as well. Sometimes no matter how much you want to help someone, they won't accept it and you have to let them work it out by themselves. In that situation, I feel like I've had to be strong and know that even though they have it rough right now, it's not the end result.
What I want to be when I grow up..There are many ways to answer this, mainly because I see myself doing so many different things. First of all, I'd really like to be on Broadway. Just a part of the ensemble, so nothing big. It seems like so much fun to be a part of something like a broadway show but I know there's a lot of hard work involved. Another thing is being an artist. I'd love to be my own boss, or work somewhere that iI could do something artistic every day. I still have about 7 years of school left (including college), so right now I'm not concerned about the future.
New York Trip 2015The memory that matters to me is my first trip to New York in 2015. It was a trip of firsts for me, including my first broadway show! We went to go see Wicked at the Gershwin Theater. After we saw the show we made a couple wrong turns, we ended up at the stage door and I walked away with a signed playbill! I'm a huge theater nerd now which is quite funny! We did some other cool things, saw some interesting ights including the 9/11 memorial site. It was really beautiful and amazing to see it. New York is one of my favorite places to visit because of all the different gems to explore!
This week i started freshman year. it was definitely not as bad as i thought; i didn't get lost in the maze of hallways, i got to my classes on time and by the end of the week I've made friends! this is such a big change from middle school but now that i look at it, it's not bad at all!
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AuthorAbby Williams Archives
January 2018
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