the deep end

For the longest time I've been trying to form my thoughts into a cohesive post, but I suppose that would denote that I live a cohesive life and then I’d be among the Don Corleones of the blog world. 

I have 27 fears, all of which could probably be solved by Rational Thinking. 

But I’m a 17-year-old girl and Rational Thinking must hate the color of my hair or something. 
Because I haven’t seen him in a while. 

The fact that college is in the next 7 months is to blame for 80% of the tears that I’ve reluctantly let slip by in the last year or so. But it’s also owner of 50% of the smiles and I’m still trying to figure out which is more powerful.

 I love to verb nouns; eat food, sing music, play sports, hike mountains. I’m a doer. A go getter. 

I’m a list-making-goal-setting phenom. And when goal-setting-list-making doesn’t work I really stress out.

Because it always works 

And I guess that I worry that if you ever measured the depth of everyone’s words, mine would be sitting in the shallow end of the pool just wishing they had the experience, courage, vigor to  walk past the point where feet can touch. 

But that might be ok because I feel like people care more these days about how many likes you get or your dress size than any measurement regarding depth of character. 

Then again I suppose I don’t necessarily shine in those areas either. 

I have a lot of main stream loves (rain, socks, boys)

And some not so main stream ones too (math) 

  

I run everywhere I go because time is inexpressibly valuable to me and I think that if there were diamonds in your path 

you would run after those too. 

F. Sharpe