January 10, 2013
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@vivian-kim
January 10, 2013
32 Flavors (Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?)
January 8, 2014
Teacher’s Pet (Teacher impacted your life, for better or worse? How is it different today because of him or her?)
January 7, 2014
Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?
January 9, 2014
1984 (Locked in room with your greatest fear)
January 6, 2014
My Favorite (Most time spent apart from your favorite person)
January 5, 2014
Call me Ishmael (First sentence of favorite book, make the first sentence of your post)
January 4, 2014
This is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time, one breath at a time. – Stephen King, Bag of Bones
“You have… what?” The little girl looked up with big, chocolate brown eyes, surveying Vivian with some kind of kinship that she wasn’t accustomed too. “You have something like me?” Every word was taken slowly, as if the little girl didn’t want to say anything about it. Her mother wanted her daughter’s pictures taken as she was being promoted from elementary school to middle. She’ll have some trouble with things, though, so please be patient with her. She didn’t even want to come. That saddened Vivian because she knew what it was like to be afraid of what people taught – she hadn’t even told a soul in town. Well, except the child.
“Parkinson’s Disease,” Vivian clarified with a small smile. “It’s hard for me to do things with my hands, too. Sometimes they get stiff and I feel frustrated. Especially if I don’t have my trusty medicine, things get worse then but…” Offering the little girl a smile, she squared her shoulders. “I am a woman, and not only that, but I am capable, hardworking, and educated on what I have. I know news of what you have can be hard. I don’t know exactly how Dypraxia works, Sarah, but you can still live.” Nodding her head, she sat down next to the girl and lightly patted her head.
“I go to these support groups outside of town and there was something that this elderly lady had said: This is how we go on: one day at a time, on meal at a time, on pain at a time, one breath at a time.” The little girl brushed blonde hair from her face to look up at her, intrigued painted onto her face. She was listening intently and Vivian was determined to tell the little girl that she was normal, beautiful, and no one should tell her otherwise. She had wished someone did the same for her when she was first told, instead of constantly looking for a way to be fixed.
“It’s a great quote. Don’t be overwhelmed by things, it means. It’s… scary, I know, being told you have something you don’t understand. But if you take it one day at a time, one moment at a time… it gets easier.” Nodding her head, she puts her arm around the little girl and ruffles her hair. “It may get rough sometimes, but remember… one moment at a time, you’ll be okay, alright?” When the little girl nods and wraps her arms around Vivian, a smile approaches her lips.
“Let’s go take our photos, Sarah!”
Val Badia, Italy ↝ Alessandro Rossi
Lemolo Lake, OR.
Nitewalks
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
January 3, 2014
Kick It (What’s the 11th item on your bucket list)
Odd numbers were… odd. Vivian had never been fond of them, as if they were some kind of strange anomaly that just wasn’t supposed to be. She didn’t even like odd numbers that ended in five – there was always that lonely number who wasn’t part of the group. Like, if there were five numbers it meant that number three would be alone because one and two were a pair and four and five were a pair. Where did that leave three? It wasn’t fair and that’s why the brunette was so found of them. It was a silly reason, in fact Vivian had very man quirks such as these, but she held on tightly to her absurd beliefs.
“Why am I stuck at number eleven?” She grumbled with annoyance. Her eyes squinted at the typewriter as she stared at the number of her bucket list. Number Eleven, help someone overcome their addiction. It was a good bucket list because she had put a lot of thought into it… and now she was coming to a blank. What else more did she want to do in life? She had to think about it carefully and thoroughly because ten years from now… well, she won’t be able to do what she can do. She had to live here, in the moment, and the numbers on her to-do list needed to be crossed off as soon as possible.
Time is ticking.
light by dawn (Brighton, England) by Rock Cake on Flickr.
— Sylvia Plath
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January 2, 2014
Resolved. New Years resolution that was kept.
“I want to see, feel, experience… I want to love the world,” the brunette said softly as she looked over at her parents. They wore long faces, as if they were drained of all energy and they watched her while at the same time giving her a strange look – as if she were some kind of strange specimen. Vivian didn’t blame them, of course, because she was taking everything quite calmly; nothing that happened the past few weeks seemed to knock her down. Her mother, on the other hand, had been crying every night as if she was given the news that her only daughter had an illness that would take away her life. On the other hand, her father had tried to overcompensate with everything, whipping things out of Vivian’s hand if she were some kind of porcelain doll. She wasn’t.
“I know… I know this may come as a shock. Sometimes I tell myself I should be reacting towards the news of my… well, the problem, like you two.” Holding out her hand towards them, she stared at them for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “But it’s a new year and I understand that what I have maybe be… well, cumbersome – but I don’t want that to stop me.” A small smile made its way to her lips, as her gaze wandered towards the floor. “I don’t want to be sad – and I admit I was, at first – sad. I want to be able to live until I’m sixty years old and not need anybody’s help but… that won’t happen.” Biting down on her lip, she closed her eyes as the sounds of her mother’s stifled sob echoed in the room. It was deafening.
“I’m still Vivian Kim, I’m still your bright, young, happy daughter. I still love the world, I still want to explore it all and take pictures and just… live. I’m not sad,” Vivian said quietly as she took in a deep breath. Honestly, her head was spinning and her heart ached with the news – she’s so young! Only eighteen years old and here she was with Parkinson’s Disease. For a while, she mourned and cursed within herself, yet placed on a happy exterior for her parents. With the New Year, however, she knew that she couldn’t lie to herself or to others. So she would be happy.
“I love you, you two are my parents. I will always love you but… I believe it’s time to me to move out.” Pulling her brown eyes from the floor to meet theirs, she notices the slight shock and offers them a reassuring smile. “I’m eighteen. I graduated in June and it’s not January of the next year. I went and spent a wonderful time in Odda – thank you, daddy – and it’s been months since I’ve been anywhere and done anything. I’ve looked into a few places and work… I think this is best for all of us.” Standing up, she moved towards her parents and wedged herself in the middle. “I’m okay with all of this, you two need time. I need to live… I love you.”
And that was the first of her New Years resolution.