Organizing Life.

Not that organizing your entire life is even remotely possible, as we are all in a perpetual state of chaos in at least one sense, but the past few days I have spent organizing the mountains of PDF files, word docs, and loose papers associated with my Graduate career. This has also caused me to stumble upon some things I have not looked at for years, including this poem I wrote in the 12th grade:

Unrequited, yet Unconditional Love

By Megan Lacey

So fuzzy, warm

A free-thinking soul

Trapped inside a body with brown and black

stitching

No dollies for this girl

She's quite content with her

imaginary friend.

"Annabelle takes baths in the washing machine,"

mommy explains

As she tosses sweet, brown Annabelle into the

big "hairdryer" with

Bankie.

Pitter Patters are heard

on the living room floor when

the buzzer sounds.

A little girl reunited with

the loves of her life.

Sometimes I think of how simple things were for me back then. It was a simplicity I did not appreciate until now. In some ways, I knew myself much more completely back then, even though I had the same doubt of my own instincts that I do now. Back then, it was easy to write poetry from the perspective of my elementary school self. In many ways I was uncorrupted by the weights and toils of the world. I suppose in some ways I will never lose the playfulness completely, but much of it has slipped from my grasp. Back then, I was not afraid to feel openly. I was not afraid to let people in. 

Anyways, enough of that. I've posted a story that I wrote in college entitled "The Meadow" under my Pages if you would like to take a look, post comments on what you think, etc. I have to complete more job applications. :) Adios!