100 Words- Happiness


Hey friends! Something new and different today. I’ll be starting a mini-series just to work on my writing a bit. I’m challenging myself to describe a series of words in 100 words or less. Thinking about it off-hand, 100 words seems like plenty of room, but writers know this is barely a complete paragraph. Today’s word is Happiness. Without further ado, my definition in 100 words.

Happiness. Looking up at the clear blue sky and watching the clouds move past. Seeing a loved one’s face for the first time in a while. The smell of coffee. Sitting down to a home-cooked meal. Honeysuckles growing over fences. Having someone you love play with your hair. Freshly washed sheets. Putting on clothes straight from the dryer. 80 degree weather. Closing your eyes and feeling sand under your toes and the ocean gently washing up over your feet. A baby’s laugh. That fluttery feeling when you realize someone likes you as more than a friend. Being proud of some one else.

Take 100 words and describe happy today. The challenge with this one was to try not to just list things that make me happy, but to take experiences and break down the feelings it gave me to describe the feeling of happiness. Does that make sense? I’m confusing myself here. I’m not entirely please with my definition, but it was the best I feel I could do in 100 words. It’s a fun writing challenge, and that’s really the point. Short post today I know, but I hope you enjoyed all the same, and hope to see you here again soon!


Laci Green: Sex Ed Hero

Hey friends!

So as I’m sure (or hope!) you know, I am very honest and open when it comes to my sex life. I have been lucky enough to always be able to have open, honest, conversations with my parents about sex and relationships, and it’s never been something that I’ve been ashamed to talk about. One of my favorite YouTubers is Laci Green, a sex educator who makes the best videos about seemingly embarrassing things, in a totally normalized way. Her Sex+ series focuses on sexual health, birth control, and relationships in a way that’s not awkward at all for viewers to watch, and each video is chock full of great information. More recently, she’s teamed up with Planned Parenthood (side note: Whaaat? Planned Parenthood does more than abortions?! Yeah. Shocker.) to offer up even more great advice and information on several types of birth control. Please, please, please go check out her channel if you haven’t yet! You can find her full channel here. I do have some favorite videos of hers though, including this one on the concept of virginity and losing the ‘dirty’ stigma around it,

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My Problem with the College Application Process

Dear essay reader,

You don’t know me.

At least, the real me.

Sure you’ve got the standard information; my name and address, where I go to school, my activities, and most importantly, my grades. But class rank and GPA is just a number. Of course the number is a representation though, a reflection of my dedication and commitment to schoolwork and achievement.

But… you don’t know me.

You don’t know my favorite color, who my friends are, or how I get along with my siblings. Sure, you know my parents names, their addresses, and how much money they make if you’re really interested, but you don’t know the impact they’ve had on me. You don’t know about the little sayings my mom tells me in Spanish to help get through tough times. You don’t know how my mom wakes me up on Saturday mornings, with a back rub and a cup of tea if its cold.

In this essay I write to you, I’m trying to reveal myself, but at the same time not seem vulnerable. I want to seem focused and concentrated, like I know what I’m doing in life, when in reality I’m just as scared and unsure as the next seventeen year-old. I want to seem confident, like I know what I want in life, even though my palms are sweating as I write this. I want you to believe I’ve got it all figured out, but you hold the key to my next step in life. So, I’d like to take this opportunity to tell you a little bit more about myself.

My name is Alyssa Racquel and I am 18 years old. I live in Grapevine, Texas, about ten minutes from DFW airport. Well… this got a little mundane quickly, didn’t it? My apologies. I love the color purple and everything about it. I love the versatility of it, how just a slight change of hue changes the whole feeling. A deep, eggplant purple is reminiscent of royalty, while a lighter lilac purple can evoke images of youth and innocence. I play guitar and write original songs. I have a fascination with spoken word poetry. I love the idea of poems with words that demand to be performed, not just sit on a piece of paper. I have written many spoken word poems, and found that they can help me sort out my feelings and thoughts towards a topic.

I love to create, anything and everything. From the aforementioned spoken word poems to a crafty gift for a friend, I love it all. There’s just something especially satisfying after hours of hard work to be able to look at a finished product and think, Hey, I made that. There is a certain sense of pride and joy in knowing that you have created something that has never been done before, that you have created something completely original. I love knowing that I write poems like no one else can. No one else has the same past experiences to draw on, no one has the same hopes, the same dreams, the same fears. My creations are truly an extension of my individuality, and a tribute to what makes me uniquely me.

I don’t want to be average. I want to be interesting, exciting. I strive to be different than all the rest. Of course I don’t want to be remembered in negative ways, though. I want to be known, to be recognized for my achievements. Lest you begin to think I feel entitled in any way, know that these are just my highest hopes, and also my deepest fears. I say I dislike being average, simply because I fear that I am. I say I want to be remembered, only because my biggest fear is being forgotten. I want you to remember this essay, go out and talk about how it was an essay like none you had ever read before, because only I can write an essay like this one.

You don’t know me.

But I hope, after reading this, that you’d like to.

A Blank Page

So the other day I got a new journal. I love getting new journals, and I’ve come to realize that I end up buying way more than I need. I pondered on the reason for a bit, and ended up writing this entry as the first page of my new journal:

So here we are again. The beginning of yet another new journal. I’m not sure what it is exactly that I find so appealing about a blank journal. It’s definitely not with the intentions of filling up every page with my writing, as I’ve never known myself to have completely used up a journal in all my 17 years. I think part of it comes from the novelty of holding so much possibility. It’s the idea that there are an infinite number of ways that this journal could come out, and I get to control it. But, at the same time, it means that with each page I fill, each word I write, each stroke of the pen that touches the page, I’m decreasing the number of possibilities. And maybe there lies the reason I’ve never finished a journal/diary/notebook cover to cover. Maybe, just maybe, deep down I know that once I use the entirety of a page, I can’t change it. But if for some reason I didn’t like what was written on every other page in a journal, I could try to make up for it in the last few pages, assuming they were left blank. So maybe I’ll just always leave a couple of blank pages at the end; so there’s always room to grow<3