A moment when I discovered I had a "power" was when I was a child. As long as I could remember I was always a friendly and social child. Of course I had my share of shyness but for the most part I always had a friend or two. As a child I was creative and like many other little girls I wanted to be married one day, with a house, a car and a daughter... not a son. I always loved to write growing up, I think that is my strongest power. I can recall one of my favorite moments as a child when I was learning to write, I must have been in kindergarten of first grade. Carelessly, I was writing letters together to make new words and my siblings were shocked to see that I wrote a swear. I smile every time I think about the story because I was so young I didn't even know what a swear was until someone told me it was a bad word and to never write it. That was the last time I wrote a swear.
A time in my life as a child where I felt venerable and belittled had to be in third grade when I was bullied by twin girls that I know to this day. My family knew and confronted the school but the school did very little and it prolonged. I was called all kind of names that I at the time didn't even fully understand until I got older. When me and my parents moved to North Carolina their was a shift in the personalities in the people. When I started fourth grade there and made friends they told me to never let anyone push around and to always stand up for yourself. That's one of the reasons I loved NC, I still do. Ever since then I've never had a problem asserting myself and I'm thankful for it.
Some exercises that I do to harness my strengths are to be dedicated in my writing. No matter how I write whether it is correct or incorrect in the eyes of society it is mines. I will always take pride in my writing whether it is academic or recreational. Practices I have to harness my power is to always be humble and thankful. Everything to me is a blessing whether it is good or bed, the negative impacts in life are powers itself. If you are true to yourself and push yourself to be the best you can be on a daily basis your powers are endless.
When I was a Limitless Child
When I was a Limitless Child
I loved life and always had fun.
Always running around with a smile on my face,
Simply being a child, my oh my how I miss those days.
When my hardest decision was what crayons to use,
And I didn't have a care in this world, just cruise.
It always seemed like the world was mines,
Playing astronauts going to the moon and stars.
Waking up in the morning to watch cartoons,
Now we don't think cartoons are cool.
Going to school an hour early,
Now we show up an hour tardy.
Remember when our parents were the best?
It's sad to see how most take them for granted.
Life as we once lived and knew it,
Can change in a flash, just one instant.
Simply being a child, my oh my how I miss those days.
When my hardest decision was what crayons to use,
And I didn't have a care in this world, just cruise.
It always seemed like the world was mines,
Playing astronauts going to the moon and stars.
Waking up in the morning to watch cartoons,
Now we don't think cartoons are cool.
Going to school an hour early,
Now we show up an hour tardy.
Remember when our parents were the best?
It's sad to see how most take them for granted.
Life as we once lived and knew it,
Can change in a flash, just one instant.
Bianca,
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I like your journal stories. You are a great writer, and I am glad that you recognize that as your power.
Just be careful of some typos in there. There are a couple of misspelled words.
It seems like you have a great perspective on things. We will do a lesson soon about the negatives actually being positives. We'll call that "alchemy" in this class, and it will transition us into the book.
Good stuff. Your writing is great, but it seems a little too controlled. I'd like you to try to to write more - a free flow kind of way, so that you expand on your ideas and just let it go... write, and see what comes out. New insights. Maybe some surprises.
Your poem is excellent. It takes a twist at the end, there, and seems a bit observant of the now. From early to tardy. Is that the way you wanted your poem to go? Hmm.. this may be the insight I was talking about above. Surprised?
One suggestion. I would try to place your images all around your blog. Place one at the top, to attract attention to your page.
Oh, and be sure to post by the deadline (-5).
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